Rugged outdoorsman I'm not!

I never have liked bugs or spiders or outdoor camping or any of that stuff.   People who can go into the woods without a mattress and electricity fascinate me.  When Mark told me he had a “camp” in the Adirondacks, I visualized the “camp” we went to as kids on Song Lake.  It was a two or three bedroom apartment that was on the top of a two-car garage on Song Lake Road.  It had a full-sized eat-in kitchen, an indoor bathroom and hot water with electricity!  Mark pulled into the driveway (if you could call it that) of the camp in the Adirondacks and basically, we were using the car to cut away the brush on either side of the road.  The one-room building was a dark brown, A-frame shape.  He opened the door to the camp and it was FREEZING in there.  I found out that there wasn’t any heat or electricity.  There was a stream outside the door that you could get water if you wanted (which Mark says was the best water in the world).  He didn’t seem phased at all when he picked up several dead mice from the middle of the floor and said “the dcon must be working!”  It was early summertime so the black flies and the deer flies were using my body as their feeding trough.  It was not fun for me!  Mark took me on a tour of the building, which took all of 15 seconds, and then we went outside.  He was so happy about the 10 acres of wooded land they owned and talked about hunting with his dad and his friends.   He rode his bike there one time when he was a teenager with some of his high school friends and they spent a week.  It took them 12 hours or something crazy like that to bike all the way there.  He was genuinely happy.  Then, because we had travelled several hours (by car) to get there, I asked if there was a bathroom.  Mark took me out to the back of the camp to a brown wooden shed.  There were spiders the size of my fist hanging from the rafters.  They were those big ugly brown kind that kill you while you are sleeping!  He opened the door and there was a piece of plywood with two holes sawed out of it on a bench.  The odor was nasty!  He said, “look it’s a two seater!” and burst out laughing.  I turned and looked at him and said “take me to the nearest McDonalds!”  “You’re kidding. right?” he said.  One look from me told him that I was not fooling around!  So, he drove me to the nearest town, which was 30 minutes away to a McDonalds!  I used the restroom and had real fried food like the rest of the normal people do.  Mark loved to repeat this story to all of his outdoorsy friends.  I don’t understand any of those people!  I have other stories about that camp that I will share someday, but after Mark’s dad died, we sold it as part of the estate to pay off some of his bills.  Once in awhile I sorta-kinda wish we kept it.  It was one of those things that just made Mark ridiculously happy so it would have been nice to visit once I awhile (from the car J)