Tag Archives: Camping

In Near Proximity to Bliss

Cold air bit my nose. Frost covered our campsite and sparkled in the morning sunlight.

“C’mon, sleepyheads!” I called, trying to get the girls moving. “I’ve made hot chocolate.” Continue reading In Near Proximity to Bliss

Hiking Rails

A path of stone and rails of steel run away into the abundant green of summer. Liesl is lost in the rhythm. Doesn’t notice as I stop, take a sip from my canteen. Unkas pauses briefly, then pads on.

Birds flick by overhead. The haze burns off, promising more heat.

It is Sunday morning and our sojourn will come to an end. The madness of business resumes tomorrow. Our respite flies to the vault of memory. Continue reading Hiking Rails