This weekend, I went to Mississippi on a camping trip with some of my friends. We went on a four hour float trip, and chased deer around the park. I saw a bunch of snakes in the water so I was freaked out ninety percent of the time. There were so many mosquitoes it was insane. We camped on an island, and we kayaked to get off of it. There were arrowheads all around, but I'm almost positive they were fake.
We tried to go back to a spot we visited last time, instead of forest it was a canyon that was around twenty yards deep. We explored around, and found a rope that led up the tallest part. We climbed that, and I have it all documented on my phone. Not much of a document, but it was still fun.

This summer, I read the book "The Time Machine" by H.G. Wells. In this book, a scientist, Time Traveler, travels hundreds of thousands of years into the future. The author makes the Time Traveler seem like a mad scientist. You see this in his actions, such as his unquenchable curiosity, his obsession with having his work validated, and his violent mood swings. He was a strange man, and I believe that if he wasn't mad before making his time machine, seeing the end of the world certainly chipped away at his sanity.

Then again, all throughout the book you see very gentle and sane tendencies. These tendencies include clear affection for Weena, self value, and admiration and respect for beauty. I believe that he was not a mad scientist, but a brilliant man who did something no one had ever done before. How else would you expect someone to act under those same circumstances? He was a scared man in a world stranger than any author has managed to come up with yet.