Girls camping trip. A spontaneous road trip to White Oak Camp at Table Rock. Summer days. Rain drops fall. Hanging out under makeshift tarps by a sizzling campfire. Keeping company with ferns and mossy embankments. Boulder stepping stones lead in to chilly waters fed by cascading falls. July ends.
Coffee brews in an Italian pot on the new camp stove we broke in at supper time the night before. Peaceful hours knitting, drawing, collaging and talking. We are a million miles from home.
Our only commitment, to rest and relax and enjoy the scenery. Surrounded by forest, it is cool and refreshing. Unusual for the middle of summer.
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