The Spiritual Side of Camping

skf750e This is a picture of me, about a million years ago.  (Okay; twelve).  I was on a camping trip somewhere in the San Bernardino Mountains, enjoying a serene moment with the aspens.

(And no, I was not blonde back then.  It’s just a trick of the sunlight).

I used to camp more than I do now.  The same is true of my husband.  Ever since we became parents, it’s become far more challenging to pack up for a weekend outdoors.

But when we did take Matthew on his first trip — our traditional group excursion with friends –  it ended up being a fabulous weekend.  So fabulous, in fact, that we’re about to do it again.

You can read more of my campfire musings in my latest column: The Spiritual Side of Camping.

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