At least for a while. I’ve been kicking it around in my head a lot lately. If I’m going to do any serious trekking into the high mountains for more than a few days I’m going to have to have someone looking after the felines. And if I want to spend a season work camping somewhere they almost always require couples, as opposed to singles.
Fact is, I run across a lot of men who might be a lot easier to get along with than a woman, but most of them have their own ideas about what they’d prefer to do with themselves as opposed to doing what I might wish them to do. And women tend to be a lot easier to come by in my experience. The problem is keeping things clean and well lighted, the parties of the first and second parts each knowing where the other’s coming from, and where they’re going.
That can get complicated. Mainly because one of the two parties is working on more than one agenda without coming out and saying so, figuring the agenda of the other can be modified after the hook is set better.
But a lot of the things I want to do before I die are going to require someone to lift the other end of something. Finding someone willing to lift the other end and take joy in doing it is no easy matter. Whatever the object needs lifting, whatever the agenda.
Afterthought: A woman who owns a couple of mules or a string of pack goats and a few acres of land up near the continental divide might work out well. Also a stock trailer and something to pull it. Probably can find something on Craigslist.
Afterthought #2: I can’t, in good conscience, recommend me to any woman. In fact, I’d counsel strongly against me as a consideration. Fact is, I’m a nice guy. Got an honest streak in me and enough of a century behind to know this whole thing was a lousy idea. Though fun, in an oblique sort of way.
So Far From Heaven 