Traveling as a way of life and celebrating the joy of living this beautiful life together!
Sunday, August 11, 2013
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.