Went camping yesterday. I’m pretty easy to camp with, I think. Don’t care where we go, don’t care what we eat, don’t care what spot we pick, don’t give a crap where I put up my tent. All I care about is will the wine bottle fit in the cupholder on my camping chair (no, not a cup or a glass, the whole flippin’ bottle?!), and once that’s settled, let’s go!
Campfires should be mandatory therapy for the stressed out. With nothing but the sounds of the river and the nocturnal critters in the background, gazing into the campfire is meditation. It’s relaxing and calming…throw in some dark chocolate s’mores and it’s nearly nirvana. The crackle and pop of a campfire in good company is something I’ve been away from for too long.
I was first to wake this morning. Waking up out in the woods is pretty special…chipmunks running all around, the air is clean and the day is new and unspoiled. No cell phone signal to interfere with the quiet, no tv, nowhere to be but right there in the moment. I took a walk and enjoyed the silence, collected my thoughts in a way I haven’t done in a while. Really good stuff…