Blog #7

As I pop my head out from inside the steaming hot tent, a gust of fresh forest wind hits my face.  I take a deep breath, and the crisp summer air fills my lungs with excitement.  I can still smell the ash lingering on my sweatpants from the campfire the night before.  Even though it is probably only six in the morning, I have enough energy to run a marathon twice! I push my way out of the crowded tent and walk over the the dead campfire pit.  I take a seat down on one of the fold-up chairs and look around the campground.  Not many people are up yet, but the few that are are either very young or very old, but I like that.  It's so peaceful when the only sound that surrounds me is nature.  That's what I love about camping.  I don't believe camping is when you bring your cell phone, ipod, trailer, makeup, hairbrush, stove or laptop. That is NOT call camping.  That is called: bring-your-whole-house-into-the-forest-and-pretend-that-you're-camping.  I only do the REAL kind of camping.  I don't think it is important to have a whole menu of fancy meals planned for the weekend.  This is on of the only times of year where it's okay to have mud smudged on your face and eat hot dogs cooked over the fire for every single meal, so why not take advantage of it?