Two nights in New Hampshire

Swimming in cold bassins of river water and immersing ourselves in nature. Cold camping morning. Puffy eyes. The smell of woodsmoke in their hair. The Westfalia smell, the exact same smell it had in '87, when my dad and I drove away from the dealer's parking lot. When everybody was asleep at night and I toss and turn, a bit cramped on the lower bunk beside JF, that smell fills me with joy. I am sure I fell asleep smiling.