reconnecting through camping
One of our adventures the summer before school was to go primitive camping. No established bathrooms. No camping neighbors. No showers. Nothing except the tent, some packed food, books, and each other.
When we rolled up to the campsite, it was much more bare than I was expecting. Since the campsite had been abandoned, weeds were growing over the cement benches and the only noise around us was the crunching of grass beneath our boots and the animals far within the forest.
Reassuring me that everything was safe, D and I set up camp. He showed me how to shoot the new gun, start a fire to make food, and we assembled the tent we purchased only a few hours ago.
For the rest of the afternoon, we just enjoyed one another's company. Everything was so still and peaceful. We could just be us. No pressure of jobs or assignments pressuring us to snap back to reality. It was time to remember the love between us and have deep talks about our future plans.
As nightfall approached we cuddled inside of our tent. A light rain turned into a torrential downfall. I grew increasingly anxious of any noise outside, thinking bears or dangerous people were circling our tent. Literally every 5 minutes I shook David to poke his head outside and reassure me that noting was lurking. I fell more in love with him then. He never complained about my needs, but instead was more concerned with comforting me than his own tiredness.
At some point I must have fallen asleep because I awoke to birds singing sweet morning songs and the smell of David cooking bacon and pancakes outside. Such a sweet man.
My advice to you: go camping, even if you need a more established facility. Go camping with your friends or family or significant other. No matter whom it's with, just go do it. There's something about being immersed in nature that is so peaceful and allows you to reconnect with your company.
When we rolled up to the campsite, it was much more bare than I was expecting. Since the campsite had been abandoned, weeds were growing over the cement benches and the only noise around us was the crunching of grass beneath our boots and the animals far within the forest.
Reassuring me that everything was safe, D and I set up camp. He showed me how to shoot the new gun, start a fire to make food, and we assembled the tent we purchased only a few hours ago.
For the rest of the afternoon, we just enjoyed one another's company. Everything was so still and peaceful. We could just be us. No pressure of jobs or assignments pressuring us to snap back to reality. It was time to remember the love between us and have deep talks about our future plans.
As nightfall approached we cuddled inside of our tent. A light rain turned into a torrential downfall. I grew increasingly anxious of any noise outside, thinking bears or dangerous people were circling our tent. Literally every 5 minutes I shook David to poke his head outside and reassure me that noting was lurking. I fell more in love with him then. He never complained about my needs, but instead was more concerned with comforting me than his own tiredness.
At some point I must have fallen asleep because I awoke to birds singing sweet morning songs and the smell of David cooking bacon and pancakes outside. Such a sweet man.
My advice to you: go camping, even if you need a more established facility. Go camping with your friends or family or significant other. No matter whom it's with, just go do it. There's something about being immersed in nature that is so peaceful and allows you to reconnect with your company.