I Love The Smell of Green
I need to go camping
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Sitting out on the lanai the scent of the green living things wafts through the air. This brings to my mind the many hours I have happily spent in the woods. Nothing even comes close to the feeling of spending time out in the forest surrounded by the many living things which call this place home. The air heavy with the smells of trees, grasses, mosses, and decaying leaves. The sounds of the many creatures going about the business of their lives beats the noise from any television or radio.
I can't envision a more serene surrounding than when spending time camping. I always feel at peace when in the forest. Also, when I'm in the "civilized" world, I rarely eat breakfast. But when camping I always awake famished and ready for that first cup of coffee and a hearty meal. Somehow food just seems to taste better when cooked over an open fire. Just the act of preparing the meal requires building the fire and cooking using only primitive tools which seems to make the meal more personal somehow.
I have been known to go camping for several weeks at a time. My personal record is 6 months, breaking camp only when the winter imposed itself. Somehow when I get out there, I just don't want to come back. Sometimes it takes a supreme effort to force myself to break camp for the trip back to civilization.
I'm hoping that I will be healed enough to be working to make the money to go camping before the season is out this year. But that's a catch-22 as working suggests a work schedule and a weekend just never seems long enough for a decent camping trip.
I really need to go camping.
I can't envision a more serene surrounding than when spending time camping. I always feel at peace when in the forest. Also, when I'm in the "civilized" world, I rarely eat breakfast. But when camping I always awake famished and ready for that first cup of coffee and a hearty meal. Somehow food just seems to taste better when cooked over an open fire. Just the act of preparing the meal requires building the fire and cooking using only primitive tools which seems to make the meal more personal somehow.
I have been known to go camping for several weeks at a time. My personal record is 6 months, breaking camp only when the winter imposed itself. Somehow when I get out there, I just don't want to come back. Sometimes it takes a supreme effort to force myself to break camp for the trip back to civilization.
I'm hoping that I will be healed enough to be working to make the money to go camping before the season is out this year. But that's a catch-22 as working suggests a work schedule and a weekend just never seems long enough for a decent camping trip.
I really need to go camping.
