FROM LYN'S JOURNAL

	Was there ever a more wonderful wedding?  Marge said we made 
	her believe in romance again.
	Edie said we looked like organic Ken and Barbie
	dolls.  But whatever possessed us to
	go on this transformational wilderness backpacking retreat?
	It was a package deal-promising
	higher conciousness and body awareness though mountain
	climbing and transcendental trout fishing.  Money back
	guaranteed; the brochure said we would find ourselves.
	Not only did we not find ourselves, we lost contact with the 
	rest of the group and spent our wedding night in the woods
	sleeping on a bed of leaves that turned out to be poison ivy.
	But we couldn't ask for our money back.  Between our sexual
	attraction for one another
	ant the poison ivy,
	we had never known such body awareness.

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