Camping season is upon us, and every weekend that I manage to sneak away from the city really is respite for my soul. Days stuck in shoes are balanced with days barefoot in a field; the noisiness of city night life is balanced with the noisiness of insect night life.
Funny how contrasts helps you appreciate both ends of the spectrum. Hot days and cool lakes. Sunshine and stars. Sunsets and stormy skies. Sweaty bodies and cold beers. Friends and mosquitoes. It really begs the question, when is that next camping trip going to be?
