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I'd never been camping
Before Big Sur
What was I?
Maybe 25?

There were four of us
Old yellow volovo
the swedish chef
The other three, veterns

They told me of the beauty
the sleeping outdoors
under the stars
magesty

But one by one
the trip took it's toll
Allergies
Hangovers

It was Memorial Day
Crowded with RVs
The Smell of Diesel
And it was cold

Two couples crowded
In a tent for one
Huddling for warmth
In the bitter cold

Shivering, Drunk, restless
We woke having never slept
Coffee on an open flame
Neighbors giving cups out of pity

The other three pleaded
That this wasn't camping
As it ought to be
And they appologized to me

But I loved every second
Despite the crowds
I walked the beach and forrest
of Henry Miller and Robinson Jeffers

I got a taste
Of the great outdoors
It's decadent inhabitants
And it's overwellming beauty