Hot. Dry. Smoky. Summer.
I woke to a hint of frost the past two Sunday's, camped as I was high in the mountains. It didn't last long. The frost was gone with the first touch of sun.
I backpacked both weekends just to see if I still could. Just to see if I still enjoyed it. And to be in the high country.
I missed the simplicity of camp life.
Wherein life is reduced to the barest of essentials.
Find a nice level spot. Pitch the tent. Fetch water. Take in the view. Just be.
I needed to check on the last of the flowers. And catch a few fish.