(7s) Goals For 2010 #4 - Chill At Cass State Park

It's a well known fact amongst professional loungers that state parks are twenty times more chill than national parks. The old people in RV quotient is non-existent, and even though sometimes campsites have gravel bottoms for your tent, there's far less patrolling by authoritative types, so sitting around drinking beer until 4 in the morning won't get you in trouble unless you start firing your guns. Aside from that comparison, when we break it down on a state vs. state deal, West Virginia is like the greatest most awesome parts of Virginia, jumbled into one place. If you could somehow make West Virginia connect to the Outer Banks, it'd be the Virginia my dad and grandpa used to say Virginia was before the bourgoisie took over the northern part and built their endless cul-de-sac labyrinth of sterility, and before the Navy and it's insidious sixteen tentacles of beastliness poisoned Tidewater to shit.
So yeah, state parks better than national parks and West Virginia better than Virginia. What this leads me up to is Cass State Park in West Virginia, which is a railroad park, where you can ride a fucking train up a hill and look around. But here's the awesome part, for the price of a nice hotel room, you can rent a fucking caboose, with beds and a woodstove, and they pull you up to the top of the mountain, unhitch you, and leave you until the next afternoon. I am of the belief system that who the fuck amongst us would not enjoy being pulled inside a caboose and then left to live in it at their leisure for a night on top of a mountain, underneath the stars, getting drunk with your loved ones and having sex on bunk beds with them, hoping the bears don't bust up your cooler full of sliced deli meat on the back perch. And really, a place where I can pay to sleep in a caboose that they pull up on top of a mountain and leave me, that's something I would dream could exist that usually doesn't because I only dream retarded shit nobody but me cares about. Actually, I don't dream. I'm lucky if I sleep six hours a night, for the past ten years straight.