This time it was the two of us. All the skills of a lifetime of camping makes it an easy, if not effortless, process to get there, with the right stuff, set up a camp, and enjoy the time under the trees.
This trip was to a park we had never visited before. Primitive camp sites. Pit toilets. Fire rings in the sites. There were hiking, biking, and horse trails in the park. She picked the park, as she often does, and I did the lifting.
A stream ran right behind the campsite, and with all the rain, it was flowing nicely. The sound of it was part of the background for the weekend.
We looked at birds and wildflowers, hiked to an overlook, and then to the big attraction, one of the creeks in the park that tumbles across a granite boulder field, and takes an 80 foot drop. One the best waterfalls I’ve ever seen.
I left that one full size, so click on the waterfall to enbiggify. We got there right at sunset, and just did get back down to the campsite before full dark. It looked like Middle Earth.
Reading about nature is fine, but if a person walks in the woods and listens carefully, he can learn more than what is in books, for they speak with the voice of God.
–George Washington Carver