Fresh Air

A left, Army Ambulance volunteers in training, 1918. Copyright expired. Image from wikicommons.

I like tents. I like camping. I like the out-of-doors.

I don't know if I'd write well while camping. Never tried. I've taken notebooks but when I stop moving, I sleep.

I might have to put of a tent in the north meadow this weekend and haul Lou the foxhound for protection against ... Well. Louis mostly protects against uneaten cookies.

I like the feeling of deep breaths while camping. The second or third day returns sleep I seldom have at any other time.

I cannot be alone in this fondness for bugs, dirty, rain (inevitably) and slightly over cooked food.