I read the brochure given to me when I registered and found that the lake I'm camped near is used for drinking water, therefore you must avoid all bodily contact. It seemed odd to me as I sat for several hours this afternoon watching fishermen launch in pontoon boats and birds dive bombing for their lunch. I mean, call me crazy, but I think that a reasonably cleanly human who takes a shower at least every couple days would be hard-pressed to contribute more grody particles than the gas and oil mixture of a boat or a pooping bird. Nevertheless, I'm sure there's more to it than that and I will forgo wading as directed.

Yesterday, after arriving in the park and going through the prerequisite filling of one tank and dumping of another, I got myself situated and plopped in front of my computer screen for a movie marathon Hollywood orgy (being advised that was not a good word choice). I'd picked up the X-Men trilogy at Costco earlier in the day and determined my first act of reclaiming solitude would be six hours of mindless entertainment. It might tell you something about my personality (or lack thereof) that I enjoy these kind of sprees. I think the X-Men story is fantastically creative. I wish I'd thought of it! I'd have only tweaked it a little to fall in line with my favorite entertainment genre -- weaving truth through a rompin' good story.

And finally, in this mixed message post, I wanted to let you know that I got an e-mail today from someone I met this past weekend who said "I think it will definitely be something we'll use" about having me on their nationally broadcast radio program. I'm not going to say more than that but I will definitely let you know if and when you can hear me on the radio.