I belong to a black powder shooting club that owns forty acres in Pike County, Indiana.
Recently, we discovered that a homeless man from around the area has discovered our camp and has made it his home from time to time while no one is around.
A while back, one of our members discovered him and politely asked him to leave and never come back. We then put up a trail camera to monitor the club house and road. This weekend, we discovered that a solar light from the outhouse, all the toilet paper, a handful of hot dog roasting sticks, AND the trail cam have gone missing.
There really is no moral to this story. No Carpe diem lesson. Just a story.
Which brings me around to camping this weekend.
I usually camp in a primitive canvas tent to reenact pre-1840 history. This weekend I broke out a new “modern” tent that purchased to someday use on an overnight with grandson.
- First, it’s great to unplug. If social media is a cancer, nature is the remedy.
- Camping builds and strengthens bonds — especially around a campfire.
- Nature wakens your senses (it’s a little scary, which is good for you).
- You tend to bring too much stuff, but never exactly what you need.
- So, Camping challenges you to adapt, improvise and overcome.
- Cooking with fire is primal and just damn awesome.
- Sleeping out under the stars awakens a spiritual bond.
Today I’m back to civilization (or un-civil civilization) and I’m continuing my not-calling-it-a-boycott boycott of the NFL. Instead of watching a game, I’m going to spend three hours cleaning up my camp gear and getting ready for the next adventure.
Carpe diem Life,