Camping is so different here than camping
in the south… those hot-hot-super-hot and humid camping summer days are over—so
here we are now... camping on the top of the world!
This time, we chose a campground at an
elevation of 3,900 feet on the south fork of a wild, icy river… in a place where
it is always cold at all hours, where deers and bears roam the land as
freely as they can be, and travelers only
pass by on the way to somewhere else.
A place where fishermen are willing to lose
their soul for a trout or two!
For hours and hours waiting for the fish to bite… while I play... "or wait for wind to fly a kite. Or wait around for Friday night or
wait perhaps for our Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a
string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone
is just waiting.” (Dr. Seuss)
If you
want to live the gypsy life, then this is it.
No toilets no shower no electricity no computer no Ipod no phone! You just do with what you have and what you don’t have. You sit and listen to
the wind tell stories, you put your feet in frigid river waters and wait until you think you are a mermaid of some undefinable realm. You dream, you play, you hear the songs of
the wild, and fancy yourself walking in the world of pixies and hobgoblins. You walk under purple glowing sky, you eat potatoes you eat whatever you can find, and then, at night, you
cuddle under warm blankets and snuggle tightly by that dear funny lover of all your life, as if tomorrow will never
come… then you go to sleep believing everything will exceed the previous day... comes the
following morning.
