When I was a kid my dad had a sweatshirt that he would wear camping. It was black and written on the front in all white caps was the phrase "State of Confusion."
It was the 70s and we were camping in a gorgeous place way up north that I cannot for the life of me remember the name of. I coveted that sweatshirt. I loved that my dad wore it with no sense of the irony it conveyed. Or maybe he only had it because it was cold on this particular trip and they sold the sweatshirt in the giftshop. I don't know!
Oh wait! I just thought of the name of the area we were camping. Kabetogama Lake! Such a gorgeous place. I remember visiting this crazy island where a man had been making rock sculptures for 30 some years and letting people come, if they dared on the big lake, and visit.
We had a largish red wooden boat and I remember it feeling so very tiny when we were out on that lake. Scary and thrilling at the same time.
I believe I was in the middle of some teenage angst at the time and had all these thoughts and drama in my head that entire trip. Did lots of sighing because I just knew I'd 'die' if I didn't get home to my boyfriend. Don't you just love teenage angst? You think no one has ever gone through anything like you are experiencing. How could they? Ha!
The State of Confusion. I need to get me a sweatshirt.