As we left our campsite this weekend, my brother-in-law Nate packed our free and unburned firewood into his Land Cruiser. He said, “How dirtbag is that? I’m driving scrounged wood an hour and a half home. But it’s free.”
That got me thinking. What are the most dirtbag actions I’ve taken recently.
And here’s the list:
1. I took a bag of carrots out of a garbage can, rinsed them off, and ate them.
2. I climbed all over a public bathroom because it had volcanic basalt as its bricks.
3. I ate the rest of five people’s meals at Mo’s restaurant, Florence.
4. I climbed up a caved-in sandy hillside three times because the exposed roots made it feel like rock climbing.
5. I finished my bowl of cereal, my daughter’s bowl, my other daughter’s, and then two of their friends. Then I went around killing their half- cups of lukewarm hot chocolate.
6. Finally, I stayed in my garage for two hours, climbing on my woody, even though it was 120 degrees in there with no insulation. Literally 120 degrees. I greased off everything but it was excellent.