Yesterday afternoon, J and I fell through our front door, collapsing into a pile of blankets and totes, stale campfire smoke clinging to our skin. Even after hot showers, it still lingered, as if begging us to once again settle in next to a fire and disregard all pace of life. Four days and three … Continue reading We Went Camping
When I think back on my childhood, the memories that stand out always hail from the seemingly endless country summers, each one covered in a thin haze of lazy Midwest heat. They come muddled together— bicycle rides up and down the dusty driveway, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, weeding Momma’s flower gardens, racing to the … Continue reading Can We Go Camping Every Weekend?