I’m off to the Great Smoky Mountain National Park to camp for the next week. I’ve gone most years of my life with my father, who used to go with his father, who used to go with his father. It kind of makes me sad because I love this place so much and this is probably going to be the last time I get to go in a long time. I live two days away, and I’m just entering the “work hard until you die” phase of life. So this might be it. Is it me, or is the screen going blurry? Anyway, I’ll be internet-less for the week. Hopefully when I come back I will have some new dead things to share from the local nature shops.