I haven’t written in a very long time, but that’s mostly because I’ve been way too busy to be campsick. But alas, with December here I guess I was do for a large dose.
I was driving back up to school, and out of nowhere had the massive ache in my chest and longed for my mountains. For dirt and sunshine and trees. For the sounds of the stream and the owls. For the ache from a long hike. For the smell of a real campfire, not the crappy bonfire I get up here.
It came out of the blue, and I’m a little surprised to be honest. And for the first time in a long time, I can’t wait to get the schedule so I can start the countdown.
Until then tajar, I hope you’re enjoying the cold.
Milkyway ➾ Luke Gram
Rainier Valley on Flickr.