Diary Entry August 10 2025

Dear Diary,

Packed up camp today. Or at least, I tried.

Turns out four days in the forest means everything now smells like smoke, pine, and questionable life choices. My tent? Full of glitter. My backpack? 60% snacks, 40% unidentified forest debris.

Highlights from the journey home:

● Steve the squirrel tried to stow away in my soap box. Had to bribe him out with a granola bar.

● Found three bars of soap I forgot I brought — all slightly mossy, now labeled as “Limited Edition: Woodland Cure.”

● Tried to strap the hammock to the roof of the car “for easy access.” Joyce said no. I said she was stifling my creativity.

● Accidentally brought home half a log I was using as a soap display stand. It’s mine now.

Finally got home, took the longest hot shower in history, and immediately started planning my next camping trip. Because apparently I learned nothing.

Clean, cozy, and still a little feral,
Melinda 🐒💜