Mike and I went camping with some friends this weekend. On Day 2, we were all pretty tuckered out from a night of beer, s’mores, and story telling, plus a full day of floating in the sun, so around 7PM everyone headed to their respective tents and took a power nap.
Except me. I showered, put on dry clothes, and sat next to the lake with Bella, just the two of us and a rogue goose. It was a beautiful evening – not as typically humid as a mid-june weekend can be, plus the threat of late-night storms provided some pretty awesome sunset material. Right as darkness broke everyone woke up and we got a fire started. Lightning flashed periodically in the distance, the light breeze was starting to turn into wind, and the temperature dropped to what must have been the low 80s. I ate some marshmallows and had one last beer before we all decided it was bed time. We were in the tent for only a few minutes before a light rain began to fall, and I drifted off to sleep to the sound of rolling thunder and a humming box fan.
It is good to realize that if love and peace can prevail on earth, and if we can teach our children to honor nature’s gifts, the joys and beauties of the outdoors will be here forever. – Jimmy Carter
I don’t think it really stormed – it just skirted around us and did not rain for long. I woke up early and started packing up the camp site. We headed home and talked about the next trip, how we need to buy kayaks and jet skis and a pontoon boat and a bigger air mattress.
It was really one of those weekends that you can’t help but enjoy.