Last time I went camping it was an 8 hour drive, water leaked into our food in the cooler, the bugs were relentless and perhaps worst of all, the chocolate was spoiled. The last time I went camping was also the first time I’d been camping. I’d been camping in camps with showers and running water but not back-country, middle of nowhere camping. While it was certainly an experience, it was all worth it. The fresh air, scenery and stillness are so refreshing.
Last weekend my boyfriend, Chris and I decided to give it another go. We jumped in the car after work on Friday and headed north. We made no reservation for a campsite and really didn’t have much of plan (aside from stopping at our favorite burrito place for dinner!) We ended up in the White Mountains in New Hampshire, chose campsite number five and paid our $16 to camp for the night.
It was cool and clear outside- perfect sleeping weather. Our tiny two person tent was overflowing with blankets and pillows; somebody is spoiling me. Is there anything better than laying next to the one you love, looking at a starry night sky and taking time to realize how awesome this moment is? I don’t think so.
Perhaps that’s why four days later I am still smiling from this mini camping trip. I’m amazed at how much one night in the outdoors has left me feeling refreshed, happy and grateful. Maybe it’s not having cell service, or not hearing all of the noise of the city or even not having all the comforts of home that makes me at peace and humbled. But during this little weekend adventure, I found another happy place, a refresh button and I’ll certainly be back for more.
brigittelynn 