Last year after getting my sight back, once I was able to drive again, I went camping alone for the first time in my life.
The first night was good, I had some beers, made dinner and smoked my brains out, sitting by the campfire. The weather was not great and it rained on an off for the majority of the evening.
I chopped tons of wood and was able to get my tarp up at least ten feet in the air. I must have crushed 8 beers that first night and I felt pretty damn good about myself. When you lose something as important as your sight, gaining back your independence is really freeing.
My solo camping came to an end soon after it started when my Dad showed up to check on me. We had a few beers before he eventually headed back home. He was the first visitor of many – most came and went, but my friend Alan showed up and stayed the night. This may come as a shock to some, but we got hammered.
Fast forward less than a year later and I am on my second solo camping trip. It’s almost midnight and I am shocked that I am still awake. Again, I had visitors for a couple of hours this evening, which was nice but now I’m getting ready to head off to bed. I no longer smoke or drink and my dumb ass forgot my tarp so I got pretty wet earlier today.
This is the first weekend that campsites are open in the Yukon and it is earlier than ever before. I was concerned about getting a spot today but when I arrived, I discovered that there was only one other group in the whole campground. It’s going to drop below zero tonight so I get it, but I feel like at the end of the season the temperature is about the same though. Fingers crossed that I don’t freeze overnight! 🤞🏻
My MSsy Life 