So, as I showered naked under the waterfall, surrounded by 5 naked young women, I pondered my situation.
Wife awaits me in the sweaty little myog tent. Maybe the tents of the future, with all the mosquito netting, had it right after all. My mostly fabric tent must be about 120 degrees inside at this moment. Full breeze and sun surrounds me, along with about 10 square yards of tanned flesh.
A troubling complication to my internal values clarification exercise is that feral goats are stumbling about at the top of this 100 foot waterfall. I may have only moments to live before a 1 pound rock hits me in the head and turns the lights out....for good. What to do?
No problem. I start designing my next piece of closed cell foam clothing in my head.