"camping in the woods"

Took my little schedule off to camp in the woods next to Mountain Bukhansan, with Becks. This was one of the harder mountains I've climbed though it was supposed not to be - my buddy here and I have spent this our friendship in a perpetual state of jeopardy and consistently imperilled because we have zero sense of awareness when it comes to apprehension, and together we become the most logical duo in the face of earth: in short, we do not feel much or react to fear, and we do not turn back to the things we do not feel much about, which in the end leads us to stumbling into the most dangerous situations-- basically in this entire hike we were falling all our way onto giant mossy moulders and figured at the end of the whole anecdote that we were actually at the forbidden zone the entire time. 

For some weird reason, the two of us always find ourselves in a place that people warn about, note that this was just one of the days I'm telling you about within half the other dangerous moments together. Many other times we also find ourselves making a five hundred metre temple-run sprint away from drunkard man who tailed us in the forestry and being stuck all alone with a man on the bus in another forestry who could have also eaten us alive and nobody would ever know the shenanigans of two grandmothers who laughed like witches in the woods at the ludicrous situations we find ourselves in -

And on some good nights like these, we sit by the campfire listening to good music, and knitting in the warmth, and barbecuing vegan for dinner and just being the grannies that we are and talking about life and breathing in the good cold air whilst we are far from the city.

Bukhansan

Taken with Olivius jones, 35mm