No electricity.
No running water.
No comforts of home.
No home.
So why do we drag ourselves off to the great Canadian woods for weeks every summer?
Why do we leave behind our creature comforts for the rustic ‘pleasures’ of the grand outdoors?
Family.
Friends.
Plenty of fresh, pine-stuffed air.
Call of the birds through the trees.
Scamper of the squirrels, ditto.
Children playing ‘Kick the Can’ or Capture the Flag’.
Or laughing as they run along the sandy beach of the land-locked and pristine lake.
Sandcastles.
Sunshine.
Warm, crackling, comfortable fire.
Talk and laughter.
Smoky meals.
More talk as the light fades and the stars come out.
Snap of cards by the light of the Coleman lantern.
No appointments.
No pressures.
No hurry.
Just life.
Lived.
Grandson's picture of a butterfly. Yeah, I can't see it either. But I'm quite sure it's there...
View from my bedroom window.
Cozy little campsite, all wrapped up and ready for anything.
Great Man of the Mountain. Relaxing by the first fire.
Games with Grandpa.
