Camping with Cowboy

One great spring night in a Schoharie Forest.

June 12, 2006

Are You in 4x4 Low?: Some ways I've discovered to tell what position your transfer case is in.

Camping Alone: A Story: Andrew recalls his Labor Day Camp-Out, and what it feels like to be alone...

Camping with my Pickup Truck: It is fun to spend every night in the back of a pickup.

Camping with Neanderthals: How a nice night in the woods ended with a gun in my face.

Defending Pickup Trucks: Takes a look at the Greens argument against SUVs and pickups.

Ecological Virtues of Truck Camping: Thoughts on the ecological virtues of truck camping.

Pickup Trucks: An Important Oligopoly: For Andrew's Economics II paper, he decided to write about the Ford-GM oligoply in the truck market

Real Fuel Economy: Miles per gallon are deciving, we should improve all vechicles equally.

Some Thoughts, Stories and Ideas on the Pickup Truck: Andrew tells some stories, and gives some of his ideas on pickup trucks. Nothing really signicant, it's kind of just a groovy-type essay, if you know what I mean.

Winter Night in My Pickup: Free thoughts, ideas, music, and nature fill my world as in my truck overlooking the back field.

Camping with Cowboy

I sit tonight under the stars on the tailgate of my pickup, deep in the woods in Southern Schoharie County. Tall pine trees tower over me as I look at a sky that has finally cleared out and the stars are shining brightly down on me. A nice big campfire provides light, as does my overhead florescent lamp powered by my truck when I turn it on to write.

I yehaw at the moon with my cowboy hat on, drinking yet another Corona. I listen to yet another top-40 country music song, inter-spaced with some obnoxious religious right talk on another station that seems so powerful out here. I cook myself a meal on the old gas stove made of eggs, hash, potato chips, and lots of Corona. I'm in heaven it seems.

I just love being alone, playing cowboy out in the woods around the fire. I'm increasingly drunk, but at the same time I am so much at ease, so peaceful in a kind of redneck-y kind of way. I love my pickup truck and I love the woods. I'm just not sure how I could ever live without such a free life.