I spent the Fourth of July exactly where I needed to be: in the backwoods of Rhinelander, Wis. Surrounded by family, dogs and port-a-potties. This is my root, redneckin’ it up with a MGD and my New Yorkers. My dad calls me the city girl but mainly because he knows it irritates me. I love the humming sound of bugs, the skin-tingling feeling of ice cold lake water, the smell of smoke on your hair and the bloating of processed meat in my stomach.
OK so really I am a city girl. I love the el and skyscrapers and museums and the endless possibilities of the city. But every good city girl knows she needs to pretend to commune with mother natures at least once a year. It is revitalizing and makes you remember why you live in the city.
After 4 days of outdoorsyness, I am well rested, well read, well fed and also sun burnt and kind of bored. As I make my way back to the city, I just realize how blessed I am to have these two parts of life, to have the city in my heart and the woods on my skin.
P.S. In this year’s boat parade we won a first place price. Category? Best costumes. Our costumes? Bikinis. Dirty Old men? Of course.
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