The Scoop

Tomorrow, I head up into the wild blue yonder (read: Appalachian Mountains) with my compatriot laptop and fellow adventurer Sam G. We're going to Frostburg to visit fantastic boyfriend Mitchell and partake in the Cunningham Falls State Park's 42nd Annual Maple Syrup Festival. The website promises sap boiling demonstrations and pancake breakfast, which is really all I need to entice me out of bed at 8 in the morning.

I feel it's only fair to note that I have been to the Maple Syrup Festival once before when I was younger. I don't remember much about it, except that my family forgot our coats. A dreadful mistake because March is one of those months where, though it may be relatively warm where you're sitting, it probably isn't very warm on top of any nearby mountains. Then you have to stumble around on top of a mountain with nothing but someone else's dad's windbreaker and a tiny disposable mug of hot chocolate to keep you warm. Thinking back, on some level I was probably mortified, although I might have been too busy pretending to be a hobbit to take much notice of any cute preteen boys around. Pretending to be a hobbit was (is) generally my M.O. whenever I end up hiking anywhere. All of my unfortunate friends can attest to this.

So far I have done absolutely nothing to prepare for this trip, excepting this blog, which should really be last on my list of ways to prepare for a trip. Somehow it's at the top of the list, and here we are. All I've done is remind myself to pack a coat, and gotten a little excited about being able to pretend that I'm a fictional creature. That's exactly the sort of spirit I was hoping to infuse this blog with. General unpreparedness and misplaced enthusiasm. Instead of making a list of things to pack, I'm going to chat about my impending trip to Italy (which I am also unprepared for) with this friendly (and chatty) military veteran sitting near me at Starbucks. Huzzah and cheers all! 

XOX,

Em