― John Muir
we left thursday after work. drove out to a campground we'd never been to and found ourselves surprised by the perfect little spot we found. in the woods and right above the lake. we set up camp, opened our three camp chairs and built the fire. made pizzas over the flames, drank cold IPA's and snacked on s'mores. finn's favorite part. after a little scare by a mischievous raccoon, finn asked to nurse in the camper. "raccoon can't get in the camper" he said with a little laugh.
it was the perfect temperature. cool enough for a fire, but comfortable enough in the popup for just a long sleeve shirt and our blankets. we slept soundly in the woods together.
in the morning after scrambled eggs and camp coffee, we found a dock on the lake to fish. finn caught little bluegills and he laughed as he touched each one with his little finger. "so slimy" he said.
the woods make us happy. make us refreshed after a long week. make us appreciate the simpleness of a good fire, the satisfaction of the smoke rising into the trees and such a quietness of night you can hear the waves of the lake splashing on the shore.