I ran into Ferret this morning at the shopping center. Amazingly, he braved last night's snow and cold in his tent.
"My feet got numb, but other than that, I was fine," he said. "It was hard getting up this morning though. I had a terrible hangover."
It was 30 degrees this morning as we sat briefly talking. I couldn't stand the cold for long and went to do some shopping in the grocery store. I kept thinking of Ferret and how raw and visceral his experience must have been. I have often been an arm chair survivalist and dreamt of walking in Ferret's shoes.
I bought Ferret a roast beef sandwich from the deli and handed it to him as I walked past leaving the store.
"Thanks, bro," he told me.
"I am coming to do some camping with you," I told him.
"Bring some beer," Ferret snidely replied.
I smiled and took it well. I've come too far to be gambling with my sobriety by buying beer though. I then headed home to gather my tent, sleeping bag, and big Kelty backpack. We are going camping tonight and the low is supposed to get down to nineteen degrees. I am so excited!!!!