November 1st, 2014

big hairy deal

No Shave November = No, Shave, November

I was thinking about letting my beard grow for No Shave November, but Deanne objected. The first few days of steel wool leaves no-razor burn on her delicate cheeks. It drives me crazy, too. I remember lying in bed years ago, the first time I tried to grow a beard, listening to my whiskers on the pillow at night. Like a corduroy snake.

In fact, the only time I have successfully gone more than a few days without shaving was on our last Philmont trek, where I went ten days in the backcountry sans razor. I wound up looking like Robert E. Lee. If I ever wanted to play Santa Claus, I could start on my birthday in October and be ready for the part come Thanksgiving. But Deanne says No.

So, I guess I'll just continue to scrape by.


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