Camping in Maine – The Way Life Should Be
There is a special enjoyment that is derived from camping. I’m not talking camping with hot showers and MSNBC on your flat screen in your RV, I’m talking about sit-around-the-campfire, Coleman lanterns, Marshmallows burning on whittled sticks, and the laughter of family punctuating the night air.
The glow of firelight on a child’s cheek, the settling into your seat as fire-cooked food settles in contented stomachs and the lightheadedness from fresh air and simple joy brings a smile to your face.
The stars are brighter in the black velvet sky and the calls of Owls and Coydogs pierce the silence of the night reminding us of our fear of the unknown in the dark.
By dawn, the cold has settled around the sleeping, making them aware of the thin stretch of cloth between their bedding and the crisp greying of day.
The sounds of morning activity signals the start of another meal being prepared around a campfire. The snapping of the kindling in harmony with the sounds of tent zippers and yawning, disheveled campers emerging from their lairs.
We circle around the fire again.
The trees are beginning to change their colors.
