So we went on an outward-bound-type trip this weekend- me, the hubs, my brother and my dad. We hiked 4.4km out to a cabin with everything we needed on our backs, explored a nearby beach (that was partially frozen over still), played some snowball baseball, listened to the radio, cooked our stew on the wood-burning stove, and slept in bunk beds. We went to bed at 9pm, basically because it was pitch black and there wasn’t a whole lot else to do. But it was sorta refreshing to get back to basics, to be far away from civilization, to test our skills of fire-building and making do without technology (despite the fact my brother was texting and my husband was playing the hockey game on his BlackBerry). It was one of those trips that I agreed to, then second-guessed all the way until we had arrived (after a pretty up-and-down hike out there), and then loved.

We forget how much technology (or electricity, for that matter) we use. We lose sight of how much garbage we produce until we have to carry it 4.4km. It’s easy to take for granted niceties like flushing toilets or running water. And I think it’s important for us to do the camping/cabin-renting roughin’ thing every so often.

So I wanna do another outward-bound trip, take in nature, walk in the woods at the crack of dawn, pee in a hole, stoke fires, and curl up in a sleeping bag… in a year or two…