I was out having drinks with some people in Lower Haight last weekend, and I was asking my friend Megan what she was up to this Labor Day weekend (hopefully getting her to agree to go shopping with me, because she knows all the good spots). She looked at me, obviously confused:

“Wait, aren’t you going on vacation that weekend?”

What the… holy crap! Astonished, I looked over to Naomi, and in that instant realized that we had made plans months ago to fly to Southern California for a weekend of… are you ready for this?

Camping. Yes, camping. Out in the wild. With bugs and wildlife and plants. Now, I was a Girl Scout back in the day, and I’ll still go on hikes or walk around quite a bit (although, despite living in San Francisco I have a strong aversion to hills). But it has been a long time since I’ve lived without the comforts of technology that I’ve become so accustomed to. When I told my friend Jared that I was going camping with Naomi, Mona and Allie for an entire long weekend, he burst out laughing (I assume he was laughing, he did say “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA” over IM). Then he asked, obviously concerned, “What, you have a smartphone, you’ll be able to get your feeds there, right?” If I even get cell phone reception!!

This will be good for me, I think. I need to unplug a bit, let my brain relax. Maybe swim with some dolphins (no, seriously, I think we’re swimming with dolphins). If I don’t post pictures by Tuesday night, it means I’ve been eaten by a bear. Or a dolphin. Whatever.

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