aspensOn Sunday I decided to go for a drive in the mountains to get some pictures of the changing aspen trees. Unfortunately, they weren't changing as much as I had expected so I'll have to return next weekend.
My ankle is still pretty unstable from my fall, so I couldn't hike. (Though I'm so out of shape a small walk across campus makes me feel like I'm going to die, so I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be hiking much anyway. But, I'll leave the self-hate for another day.)
I did venture a little down a few trails, and I found a large boulder to lie on and just be.
The smell of nature, and campfire, and dirt made me miss the days when I went camping regularly. I can drive across the country alone, but even I think it's unsafe to camp alone. Otherwise, I'd do it.
Anyway, I just lied on the rock, stared into the sky and listened to the aspens in the breeze. I could've stayed there all day.
There are few things that make me as happy as this.
Unfortunately, I saw about 5 sites throughout the camping section of the park that looked identical to this:
I mean, why bother? You're spending all your time siting in a smaller version of your home, watching Dish Network, eating microwaved dinners. That isn't camping; that's unnecessarily burning a larger hole in the ozone.
Leave camping to people that actually enjoy being outside.