Falling into the fire — 2 years ago
We used to camp in national parks every year when I was a kid. Aside from staying with my grandma it was the only holidays we had.
I went through a teenage phase where I wasn’t as keen to go but I never lost that feeling you get when you stare into the fire, making tea in a billy, jaffles on the fire (toasted sandwiches in this special sandwich press for campfires), I don’t toast marshmallows anymore since I have diabetes, hearing the sounds of nature as you drift off to sleep, then waking up to them again. Great conversation with no TV or computers to distract you, and nowhere else you have to be. Getting up whenever the hell you want to. Going to bed when it gets too cold. reading lots of books. playing cards.
