FOR MY 18TH BIRTHDAY I WAS GIVEN A BROWN LEATHER BOOK SLEEVE. IT HAD ON IT’S FRONT A CELTIC KNOTWORK DESIGN, AND TO THIS DAY HAS BEEN THE BEST PRESENT I EVER RECEIVED. IT HAS HOUSED FOR 8 YEARS MY EVER CHANGING A5 SIZED JOURNALS; JOURNALS WHICH HAVE CAPTURED EVERY SINGLE MOMENT I’VE EXPERIENCED IN THAT TIME.
IN MY FIGHT WITH DEPRESSION JOURNAL WRITING HAS BEEN A CONSTANT HELP AND COMPANION, UNLIKE PEOPLE WHO CAN’T ALWAYS BE THERE, YOUR JOURNAL ALWAYS IS. IN THIS SERIES I’LL SHARE WITH YOU SOME OF THE MOMENTS – BE THEY HAPPY, DEPRESSING, EXCITING OR SCARY – THAT I HAVE SHARED WITH IT.
THE ENTRIES MAY BE EDITED TO REMOVE REFERENCE TO THIRD PARTIES. OTHERWISE THEY WILL BE “AS-IS”.
Extract #1: March 2007
Extract #2: May 2000
So, what exactly could my mini-hook actually be used for? Fishing for really small fish? Grabbing and dragging a bear by the jaw, perhaps? Or maybe just pulling out tent pegs.
The actual merit of the duck-n-cover-bear-escape tactic; I mean how exactly is dropping into a foetal position and crapping yourself going to scare off a Grizzly?[snip – the conversation just got embarrassingly weird after this.]
As the evening progressed this bizarro talk reached even greater depths, so our thoughts turned to alcohol and a quick call to the local liquor delivery service saw us receive 12 cans of luke-warm beer and a startling Starburst addiction.
Perhaps fuelled by the beer, or maybe even the Starbursts, I suddenly found myself becoming my fictional character Andy Richards [why? to this day I have no idea] I had a relationship with Natalie and was studying Photography at college. It should be made perfectly clear that this pretense was then kept up the entire time I was with Bob – five days of pretending to be someone that exists only in my mind, trying to remember all the details so as not to be caught out of the lie. It was however quite fun, because even though I do like myself, sometimes it is really nice not being Addy the virgin.)
So we’re into Sunday now. I crawl out my tent after a rather surprisingly good sleep (which included a [oh frack me SNIP SNIP SNIP SNIP SNIP that dream stays exactly where it is!] which was admittedly rather pleasant) and the first thing I saw was a squirrel standing not 2 feet from my tent’s awning just staring at me, almost smiling. it was a nice start to the day. Bob and I decided to hike to the Valley of the 5 lakes today.
After fifteen minutes of walking a coyote was spotted, scared away by a cyclist, so we ate cheese rolls and observed what I only presume to be chipmunks play (really small bastards, very fast and cute) before carrying on through steeper terrain to the said lakes. All of which were water of crystal blue, so clear you’d think that the water in Scotland was actually oil, which it mostly is I guess) female elk were spotted [how did I know they were female?] and then in a wonderfully bizarre scenario I was meandering along the path, look up, and a 5 feet away BAM a rather large antlered angry-looking elk right in our way!
Having read the warning information (stay back, don’t go near, move slowly) we did the only thing we knew we should: whip out our cameras and like true little tourists, snap away!
[SNIP – blimey, this entry is long! – several pages later]