My Weekend Camping Trip

So lately I've been grumpy and unable to deal with people and everyday life. So when the semi-nice weather hit this weekend after a week of straight rain I decided to embark on a day of solitude down by the river/pond. I escaped far enough from my home that it was too far to walk back to but remained on my dad's property where I was hidden my trees.

I packed up some TP, trail mix-y food, fruit and granola, warm clothes, a sleeping bag, matches and my camera and video camera along with a book and some paper and I was set! I dug out the fire pit and set up my tent adding to my previous site.

I spent the evening by the fire, chilling and enjoying the absolute freedom and self-reliance.
I did not bring a watch so I had no idea of time. I stayed up until it got dark, went to sleep on the hard ground, listened to the rain hitting the tent, and hoped not hear any scratches at my tent that would spook me.














In the morning after the clouds had cleared the sun burnt through the tent walls with powerful, seemingly magnified rays. I woke up drowsy, stirred only by the inescapable and sudden heat surrounding me. I munched on some granola, cleaned up the tent a bit, and went to read my book on the bank. I laid on my straw mat and listened to the sea gulls splish-splash in the pond screeching at each other and sailing around pond together like little sail boats afloat in a city fountain.

Hiding behind the high stalks of yellow rod I felt like a mother by the pool with her children not far away, splashing each other and playing games of Marko Polo.
Later they jump and flip in the pool of fresh water yelling for me to "watch, watch!" at moments of brief remembrance of my quiet, still, existence.