Happy Camper
So I probably shouldn’t even say this, but camping without my bio-kid is a lot quieter than camping with them. Shh. Don’t tell. Last weekend was spent in a lovely campsite, overlooking a canyon and shaded by evergreens. No one in my campsite was complaining, for most of the weekend. It was the most relaxing, peaceful, joy-bringing experience I think I’ve had in a very long time. Except that I did miss bio-kid. Negative or not (they are) I do love that kid. In their place, though, there was a chipmunk. We watched him explore the campsite with a great deal of cheek–until he hopped up into the bear box to investigate the fudge I bought at the general store, and I had to leap to its defense. I meant to take a lot of pictures. I meant to walk down to the possible-creek. (Water flowed in it last month. Does it still? I meant to find out.) Here is one picture. I meant to do a lot of things. Instead I mostly just sat vegetating in the beauty, and/or reading Howl’s Moving Castle. That is such a freaking good book. So wonderfully written. Did you know Dianna Wynne Jones was a student of J.R.R. Tolkien? Neil Gaiman wrote a lovely blog post about her, after she passed. Anyway. One of the many things I meant to do while camping was write my own blog post. As you may tell by this weak and also late effort, that didn’t happen…