Things I Will Miss: Camping

SO, Paul and I are moving to Germany for a number of years with only what we can fit into two suitcases each.  That means we're giving away most of our clothing, selling or donating all of our furniture, and generally Walden-ing our lives so we can go live by some metaphorical pond otherwise known as Europe.  

After this summer, however, I suddenly found it very difficult even imagine how we could possibly live anywhere without our camping gear.  Camping has become de rigeur for us here in Oregon--and is there anyone who could possibly ask why?

Elk Creek Falls--And what did YOU do for your Friday night?

I mean, we buzzed out of town at 4pm one Friday and within two hours were high up into the Siskiyou National Forest where we found a campsite with only one other tenant (waaaay on the other side), and an empty spot right next to some summer river rapids and covered with Douglas Fir.

What did YOU see when you opened your eyes on Saturday morning?

We built a fire, we roasted marshmallows, we screamed like little girls when the tortilla chip bag skittered across the picnic table (courtesy of our new friend "Chippy the Chipmunk").  We sat there looking at all the stars and we just talked for hours in the quiet.  And we said out loud, more than once, "We're really going to miss it here."