Ozzy and Scariet

I camped the past two nights alongside a couple I suspect have never camped before, nor perhaps ever seen a forest. For two days they delivered noun, verb and adjective forms of the F-bomb in their authentic, nasally East Coast style. I’m guessing it left quite an impression of ‘the great outdoors’ on their (yet walking) toddler, who elicited several “stop F’ing crying!” pleas of his own. That notwithstanding, per the photo the campground was ‘lovely, dark and deep.’

“Make myself a bed, by the waterside…” (Brokedown Palace)