The mountains are calling and I must go. – John Muir
Camp was established.
Fishing commenced.
Some were released.
Some were eated.
Nature was enjoyed.
The nights were chilly, the days sunny and brisk. Cell phones were turned off, emails, blogs, and social networks forgotten. There were quiet moments alone basking in the sun, and shared moments of joy over fish caught and full moons. Captain Crunch was consumed and tasted of childhood, fresh trout were consumed and tasted of clean wildness. Carving moments of bliss out of busy schedules is what life is all about.
Always, Sierra
How was your Memorial Day?
What’s your favorite breakfast cereal?
When’s the last time you went camping? Where’d you go?
Always, Sierra 