Isn’t that the reason any of us go camping or even venture out on a hike? We put ourselves through a calculated amount of discomfort to be someplace we wouldn’t ordinarily be and experience something that would be otherwise lost to us. Any of us could buy meat at the grocery counter, and yet we go afield in pursuit of wild table fare. Fish can be found for purchase or sale already prepared in many businesses and yet the ones you caught yourself taste the best.
I just recently found a picture of my grandfather and some of his friends from 60 years ago and a hunting trip they went on. Four of them slept in a home-made camper that looked like a gentle breeze would blow it right over. I remember him telling me stories of walking way out into the mountains hunting deer. It must have been cold, but he didn’t talk about the cold. It must have been cramped uncomfortable living conditions, but I never heard that part. Flowing through the filter of years he shared with me a stream of wonderful memories of good times spent in the outdoors with friends who remained friends for a lifetime. I wonder if “Acute Temporary Comfort Rejection Syndrome” may be something I inherited. I’ll have to think about that while I put “Another Log on the Fire”.