The dead leaves of last fall, crinkle and complain when I walk on them. Most of the view is brown. Thankfully, there are very few campers at this time of year, so their noise is a distant amusement. But what is noisy is military helicopters from nearby Quantico, flying low overhead. And what sounded like explosions and gun fire, also from the base. It’s all good. I’m patriotic enough to appreciate those who risk their lives in service of our nation. But not the most traditional camping environment. Though our neighbors are few and far between, Javy growls and/or barks at each and every one of them when they walk by our campsite.
This morning the sounds of the nearby birds are different from the ones at the Hanson house. And it’s quite quiet at the moment. The air temperature is perfect. It was cold last night, but adding the Pendleton wool blanket made me very cozy.
So far we have accomplished some important goals, in figuring out how to do this camping thing full time. Today we did yoga. We made oatmeal and toast and washed up the dishes after. We are accomplishing our mission, here in “Camping Trip #1” of figuring out how to use all the new camping equipment; yes we gave away all my beloved camping equipment when we moved from Eugene to Fredericksburg. Who knew that instead of become more crippled every day, I would have knee replacement surgery and become more nimble. Who knew they would improve portable toilets so much that we would get one. (It works!) I sincerely thought my camping days were behind me, due to ever-advancing old age. I’m 70 now!
So the new camping equipment is all serviceable and some of the modern ideas are really quite cunning. Our coffee cups keep the beverage so hot I burned my tongue . . .
I can smell the trees sometimes . . . a cool refreshing breeze cheers my soul . . . camping . . .