camping rapture

Rapture or no rapture, my master took me camping. Sort of. He took me to the cabin. It’s like camping, but cheating because there’s no tent. I love the cabin. There are a million things to chase and to smell. Also, the land it sits on is rather remote, off-grid, and not leased to a gas company.

The other good thing is that there are not too many rules. The first rule of the cabin is that you do not talk about natural gas. The second rule of the cabin is that you do not talk about natural gas. Other than that, you can’t lick the counter and you can’t run off to chase deer. If you can just remember those things, you ought to have a good time.

I don’t have a kennel at the cabin. Most of the time I was there, I was underneath the cabin trying to figure out what had been hiding out there during the winter. Was it a mouse? A bunny? I never did find out. This place is a haven for wayward wildlife.

I hope it always remains that way. Most of the land around here is leased to a gas company for one reason or another, so even though the cabin is not, I still wonder what effect fracking will have here.

Is there any place in northcentral PA that will always be safe?

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About adamaecompton

just a three-legged rescue dog, bloggin about critical citizenship, the environment, and all sorts of literacy.
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