16 Oct Camping in the Fall
I always used to say that my favorite season was fall. I think it could be, if I ever lived somewhere that had one – a fall. I’ve lived in ridiculously temperate climates all my life (although I don’t think 115* counts as temperate) and that might be why I’ve always “loved” fall. Don’t get me wrong – I DO love it. I love the smells of pumpkin-baked-everything, of hot apple cider bubbling in a crock pot; I love that crisp air that can’t quite be described but everyone experiences; I love the craziness of leaves changing colors and the incredible beauty that brings to a season carrying us into the dead of winter. Sorry, not “us”… you, I guess. So, I love it, I just don’t actually get to have it. But sometimes in September or October, when it can still hit triple digits and I’d rather be in a bikini than boots, I have to get out of here. I didn’t grow up in a camping family. I grew up in a travel family, an adventure family, an experience family, even an outdoors family… just, not a camping one. My husband didn’t really either, now that I think about it. But somehow God knew we were both secretly camping-hearted people, so among a million other reasons he let us do life together. So now, when the heat gets to my very soul and all I want is to live in one little window of fall, I get to toss our camping box in the truck, whistle for our pup to jump in the back seat, and head up north with my man. And I’m so thankful.