We pack our things and run away to wide open spaces. We zip along from Massachusetts to Vermont. The people grow fewer and the trees multiply in number and variety and I always think it looks like God poured a packet of mixed seeds along the landscape and now trees and wild flowers pop up in colorful abundance.
We set up camp and sleep outdoors and it feels good to be close to the earth.
We sit under the trees and the sky and breathe in the outside air. The campfire smoke swirls around in our lungs and we are alive in this wild, outdoor space.
We gather around campfires and relax in the warmth of the mesmerizing flames.
We swim in the cold mountain water and tip toe along the river bed filling our pockets with river glass.
We ride bikes and stretch our legs and souls—shaking off the dust of life lived away from the woods.
I caught these sneaky little ninjas poking around my tent…
…And I couldn’t seem to shake the little savages….but as it turns out—I really, really love them.
God kissed the sky and it blushed pink at his touch.
And the sun set on our outdoor adventure for one more year and we all fell asleep under the starlit sky that seemed poked through with the light from another world.
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.”
Thoreau, Walden Pond
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You’ve really captured the feeling of camping here! I could almost smell the smoke from the fire!
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I love camping…just being outdoors away from everything for a few days is so soulful and refreshing. So good hearing from you again!
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Your words and your photos leave me speechless… I love camping. I love sleeping in a tent. It’s the best, isn’t it? DAF
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It is the best. I love camping too…actually, we’re leaving for another camping trip today…woho! ;]
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Have fun!!
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Thanks, I’m sure we will…you can’t go wrong with a campfire and a night spent out under the stars :]
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I love the photo of the red flower. It’s really eye catching. And I also wanted to say that when we have our Tuscan olive farm, we will sleep under the stars in our tree house all the time.
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I am liking this olive farm more and more now that I’m thinking about sleeping outside under the stars and living on lemons, olives, and figs. We really should be Italian, this whole English/American thing is getting old.
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Definitely. Being English and American is sooo last year. It’s all about being Italian now. We need to get onto this. Apparently Rupert Murdoch just paid a load of money to become a US citizen. Think we can do the same in Italy? Do you have loads of money spare? Enough for us both?
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Oh yes, I can do that. I’ll just gather up my lose change and we’ll be Italian in no time. Honestly, I think the Italians might even pay us to move there because we are awesome after all. Yesterday I spent $5 whole insane dollars on this gelato I found at the grocery store. It was chocolate banana something and it pretty much rocked my world. Totally worth the $5. Oh, and I think we need a gelato stand at the olive farm. In fact, I don’t think I can live without one.
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I’m all over that. I had the best icecream of my life next to the Teatro Di Marcello in Rome. It was some kind of cherry thing and it was mind blowing. If they could have a branch on the farm, my world would be complete.
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Beautiful…I almost felt like I was there with you!
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You and dad would love VT…come visit and I’ll show you around ;]
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