The beautiful sound of birds and the wind put my aching muscles at ease. It felt as though it wasn't hard or boring, , but for some people a way of life. A good life. A healthy adventurous, memory-making life. when i heard the sounds of screaming kids, laughing, and cannonballs into the river, I somehow knew that home wasn't too far up the road. Sure it was hard, & I feel like I couldn't do it again, but that's okay because no memory of camping could top one just like that...
Tall, overhanging trees,
Rustling yellow &, red &, orange leaves.
A slight breeze,
An adrenaline rush,
2 miles, 3 miles, 4 miles, 5 miles.
At last...
The moment that took
forever to see
but tasted like candy.
Campfire, marshmallows,
Cold river, Rocky sandbar;
Break time...
Home...