In my life I’ve been camping exactly twice: once during a short stint in the Girl Scouts about 15 miles from my home (which I considered walking back in the middle of the night, while my peers slept peacefully) and again 30 years later, just last week. The only exception is a handful of nights speckled throughout my adult life that I spent in my car, typically on a pilgrimage or another, and once when it was too hot in my Hollywood apartment to sleep. I drove up to Mulholland, thinking it would be romantic to sleep between the two faces of LA, an idea that was quickly ruined by an uppity police officer shining his extra terrestrial flashlight in my face just after I’d shut my eyes.
The outdoors (for me anyway) are a place of enormous healing. Just the vastness of it and yet the fact that we can be there and appreciate it. I’m really happy for you that you got out there!
The outdoors (for me anyway) are a place of enormous healing. Just the vastness of it and yet the fact that we can be there and appreciate it. I’m really happy for you that you got out there!