Ok, so in my stories there will probably be alot of stuff some people don’t understand, because they dont hang out with the groups of people that I do. So… Here you go, a quick glossary of terms and names that may come up.
NUHOC – Where I found my wings; its the outdoorsing group at Northeastern. I joined my freshman year, I honestly don’t remember what first lead me to the group, and I’ve been in there ever since. I’ve had my share of drama, but I’m currently (as of ’09) serving contently as the Quartermaster of the club, in charge of running the gear locker. This is where I’ve met alot of great friends, learned to rock climb and backpack; pretty much everything I love to do has some tie into this group.
Loj – This is the Loj (not spelt Lodge) that NUHOC keeps up in the woods of Northern New Hampshire. Its run by a group of people known as LC’s (Loj Commitee_members, we skip the members in the acronym), and to become an LC you need to be a trainee (or LCT) first. I’m currently (again, as of ’09) an LCT, working my way through the list of “what you need to know” things before I can get my keys. This is where dreams are started and stories made, a home away from home to many, and a true home for a few, many times myself included.
So, lets start this shall we? First off, I need to warn you: theres a lot of back story to most of this, so I would recomend reading the “about me” section, since I put most of the major things up over there.
I originally thought that I should start writing down stories of my adventures some time ago, on a trip up to the Loj in New Hampshire. It was one of those rides that seems almost perfect: It was two good friends, along with myself, in a car big enough to give us each a good amount of stretching room, but small enough to keep us within listening range. And best of all: for the first in almost half a year I wasn’t the one driving. Not that I mind driving, but its a four to four and a half hour drive up, and it can get pretty damn boring. So there we all were, just gotten off the main highway and within “we’re almost there!” distance of the Loj. No one’s talking at this point, and the road’s pretty clear, good weather. One the radio is “Radar Love” by Golden Earing, a song that I hadn’t heard in ages, and I’m starting to just drift in and out of my own thoughts when it hits me: I feel completely perfect right now. I honestly can’t think of any way that this moment could get any better, any clearer, or any happier. And when I realized this, I started thinking: “could this be heaven? Could I be dead right now, and not even realize this? Because seriously, I can see eternal paradise being this singular moment.” And with that thought, I knew that I wanted to record my adventures, autobiography, blog, something. And now, since it turns out we hadn’t crashed and instead made it up to the Loj for a rather epic weekend, I present to the world, “Tales from the Hutt”