We're going camping in a few days, so this morning I started getting organized for the adventure. I took a few minutes to look through my photo archives from last summer's trip; here are a few of them.
The past few summers, we've camped at beautiful Ft. Ebey State Park. Just one night, car camping at a campground. The amount of planning and packing and loading and unloading always makes it feel more like moving. The sleeping pads never quite erase the knowledge of sleeping on the hard earth. My ears, used to solid walls, wake me up continually at the sound of a tiny gust of wind, a bird call, a twig breaking under a footfall in the distance. It takes days to erase the smell of smoke from my hair and my nostrils. The mosquito bites we come home with itch endlessly. Yet, somehow, we keep coming back to it. I think it has to do with the sense of togetherness in this setting that is hard to come by otherwise in the distractedness of modern life.