Diary Entry August 6, 2025

Dear Diary,

Day 4 of camping and I’ve fully transitioned into my wilderness era.
I am one with nature.
Nature is not thrilled about it.

Let’s review:

🛶 I tried to float a soap dish down the stream like a boat. It immediately flipped. I now have a creek-scented soap bar called “Disappointment Drift.”

🔥 I attempted to make herbal tea using foraged leaves and a tin mug I found under someone’s car. It tasted like moss and bad decisions.

🐿️ I bartered with a squirrel for granola. He took the granola and left me a pinecone. I respect the hustle.

🧻 I screamed when I found out biodegradable toilet paper is real. Then I stole some for science. And possibly for beard balm filters.

🏕️ My tent still smells like lavender and bug spray. Honestly? Iconic.

I also had a “quiet moment of reflection,” but it was interrupted by a mosquito and a mysterious crunching sound behind my hammock. I'm choosing not to investigate.

Anyway, I miss hot water. But I don’t hate smelling like lemongrass and forest rebellion.
Might stay another night just to freak out the campers next to me with my full moon essential oil ceremony.

Unbathed but fragrant,
Melinda 🐒🌲💜