My PreTrip Thoughts and Will

Today is Thursday, in only a few days Mike, Stephen and I will depart once again on a journey, a journey unrivaled by journeys before it and possibly greater than many that will follow. Some of called us fools, others heros, but the majority just really don't care which is fine because you people have no friends. As I was saying, this Sunday we set forth on a Quest to discover, nay define the word "Epic". That's all well and good and will be awesome, but as I did for our trip to Jonathan Dickinson State Park I am forced to look on the less delightful end of the spectrum. Originally I was not going to do this but when Mike informed me yesterday we might have to by a lovely thing called "bear mace" I felt I was obligated to. So here are some things you should now about this trip, because you out there, you facebook readers of notes and other lurkers, I entrust with writing my obituary. While in Tennessee we will be staying in Mike's house. Every time I'm am informed about the house's condition it seems to lose something. At last check I believe there's a large chunk of the living room wall gone, exposing it to the elements. This, as Mike has told me is not a critical issue as long as I keep away from the mating deer that have made this area of the house their "love cave". Also on the property there are numerous gullies and pits that Mike has told me we can explore, he just doesn't know if we can climb out of them. I have also been informed the people in the surrounding area are "nice". I believe this wholeheartedly because people who have loaded gun racks on the back of their trucks are always the friendliest of people. As one of our stops Mike and Stephen will be competing in "The Carnivore Challenge" which will be described in more detail on our blog which I will shamelessly plug later. I will not be competing because while they are eating I will be assembling a list of area hospitals and lining the interior of the Quest with plastic wrap in case the pizza, as the contest holders put it, "leaves the contestant" on the ride after. Apparently we will also be doing some farmwork (yay?) which would be rewarded with a "Good home cooked Southern meal". Mike says that last part in an oddly soothing way, its weird and I won't discuss it any further. So seeing as I cannot think of anymore things to worry about (which worries me in itself) I will move on to what to do in case the trip does not go so well. How will you know if its taking such a terrible path you ask? This is where the shameless blog plugs come in. So you may have read the word "Will" in the title and thought "Hey I like stuff" and wanted to see what I am going to leave and what you might get. In order to avoid and confusion/jealousy/sadness I have devised a system to divvy out my crap belongings. Over these past couple days I have labeled everything I own with a number. Each of these numbers corresponds to person I know and relates to the order in which I met them so the number 1, relates to the first person in my "posse" I met and moves from there. Because I don't have that much stuff/didn't put that much thought into my system, there's only an item 5, 11, and 21 so you can sort that out amongst yourselves by whatever means you'd like. I'd suggest some sort of primitive stick fighting. And before we leave, we'd all really much appreciate a batch of brownies. Thanks - m@