Terri and I are avid campers and have been since our university days. We’ve camped from coast to coast and border to border. Before we got our tiny popup last summer, we were tent campers.
“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.” — Henry David Thoreau
One of the fun things about blogging is never knowing where a post will lead. We call it the “box-of-chocolates effect.” On the Ostia Antica mosaic post from earlier this week, many people commented that the photo with the coin included for scale helped them better understand the amount of work involved in creating mosaics.
I’ve never met any serious camper who didn’t comment on how much better food tastes when it’s cooked outdoors. From a weekend family outing
For the past month, we’ve been living exclusively outdoors and sleeping on a magic carpet.
A rainy, misty morning signals New Yorkers in Ithaca that autumn is just around the corner. So Buttermilk Falls State Park is alive with hikers and campers, all intent on squeezing in another day of outdoor fun.
“Basecamp – a main encampment providing supplies, shelter, and communications for persons engaged in wide-ranging activities, such as exploring.” Nobody is more surprised than us.