Camping!

Yesterday Matt and I went camping instead of running. It was our first time camping together and quite frankly, the first time in a very long time since I had been. We made foil dinners and smores, it was a good ol' time.

There is something about camping that hits me in a tender place. The way it feels being in nature without a lot of modern things, under the stars, the way the campfire smells and feels, it's all so near and dear to me. (Though the bugs aren't!)

It was really nice to sit around the fire and tell old camping stories. I'm pretty sure I got marshmallow in my hair, Justin got it all over his hands and Paul just got it in his belly.

The stars were beautiful and brilliant, you could hear ducks and geese and other animals occasionally, and we still smell like campfire a.k.a. smoke. We will definitely be camping more this summer (preferably when it's warmer at night). I do love camping under the stars (we camped in a tent) but I have only done it once during pioneer trek. It was a new sensation waking up when the sun was full face, dealing with the rain when it came, hearing the wolves howl near by, now that is true blue camping.

But this is Idaho where it snows in June, so I guess for now I will stick to the tent and by the way, husbands are the best camping buddies, especially mine.