And death i think is no parenthesis

I've arrived safely back from the Chisos Mountains of Big Bend National Park. Six backpackers went total. Let me give you a quick rundown of what went... down.. Ahem, shall I begin? Sunday: The five from Kansas meet at a predetermined spot to "break the ice" and "talk a little," as well as "do a little packing," and "leaving Kansas about four hours earlier than we planned just because we can." Monday: We arrive at the park in the early afternoon. Since we planned on meeting our sixth person at a developed campground, we drive down to that area. They are every one of them booked. We slightly panic. We go back up to the visitor's center to see if we can get a back country permit. A large sign displays that there is one spot left for tonight, a few others for tomorrow. Several campers are in line before us. Will we get the one remaining spot? We do, and not a moment too soon. "That was a close one," our ranger said as she marked ...

Oh boy! Only a few more days, and the group leaves for Big Bend National Park! We may encounter some black bears, poisonous snakes, or scorpions. Ugh, I hate bugs. I wouldn't mind the bears and snakes so much, but scorpions really freak me out. Well, I've finished Mrs. Dalloway since my last post, in addition to William Faulkner's The Sound and the Fury . Both are written with stream-of-consciousness style, however Faulkner's is much more difficult to understand. Both are excellent novels, worth reading (you'll have to really concentrate on Faulkner's, though). We've also read sections of Augustine's Confessions , which, I must admit, I didn't really enjoy. Now in another class we're reading Pascal's Pensees , which I also don't like. I cannot justify Pascal's reasoning. I cannot accept some of his presuppositions. On the other hand, I'm reading Beowulf (Seamus Heaney's translation), which is even better this time around tha...