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.
