We had our first camping weekend of the season; surprisingly warmer than I anticipated (I had brought my winter hat to sleep in, just in case), and the rain mostly held off.
We have been tent camping for about 20 years, two to three weekends in the summer season. It takes a lot of prep work and the car is full to the brim when we pull into our site, but there is just something about camping that draws us back to it every year. Perhaps it is the connection we feel with nature; sitting under the infinite aura of the stars, hearing the river flow past with its swollen waters, seeing a mother duck swimming with her eight little chicks, taking a walk with the dog on the trails and enjoying the bright green spring leaves and the blossoms of forget-me-nots and Trilliums.
Perhaps it is the time spent with family and friends; a time to relax by the campfire, always laughter and reminiscing about past camping adventures, time spent fishing, hiking, quiet time visiting in the afternoons. Perhaps it is the food – there is nothing like toast prepared on a campfire, roasted marshmallows and spider dogs when the sun goes down, bacon and eggs and freshly brewed coffee in the cool morning air.
For me, it is the combination of all of these things; it slows life down, it feeds our comfort system, it remind us of all we have to be grateful for – there is just something about camping 🙂
Photo credit: Me – this is Cricket, checking out the morning air
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