“I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.”
John Burroughs AMERICAN NATURALIST AND ESSAYIST
A small thing from this week–a neighborhood campout.
We moved into this neighborhood a little over a year ago, and the best part of moving to a new house was surprising to me. Yes I was excited to have our own home and all the space and amenities that came with it, but I did not factor in the possible community we would become a part of.
At one of our almost weekly bonfires in the neighbor’s yard it was discussed we could set up tents and have a neighborhood campout.
It is no surprise that I jumped on this idea. I have been trying for the past few years to find a way to get my family out to a lake to go camping but it hasn’t been in the cards. I tried once and had to bring everyone home due to a massive headache. Ever since then our summers have gotten busy quickly and without AC the heat is a big deterrent!
Sleeping weather looked good for Friday night so I committed, and with the help of our neighbors we set up five tents in our backyard (One neighbor ran an extension cord from his house to his tent for a fan–genuis.) Ready or not we were going to sleep outside. (While setting up in the heat and humidity we were all questioning our decision!)
I bought all the fixings for s’mores and we enjoyed a campfire and roasting of the mallows. A dozen kids and almost as many adults gathered and shared stories and laughter and little bit of sticky mess. Thankfully the cool air entered and slowly the evening became more pleasant.
We finally got everyone settled and as they all drifted to sleep, my brain stayed awake and showed no signs of turning off.
The crinkle of the tent floor took me straight back to the many nights camping with my family. I felt the same coziness and excitement I felt on those trips as a kid. The anticipation of the next day and the happiness of doing something out of the ordinary took me back many years in my memories.
I stared through the top of the tent into the tree above, observing a glint of the moon casting light upon us. Of course I desperately wanted to be sleeping, but somehow all I could do was smile. I had found my peaceful spot, my happy place. Fresh air. A place to simply be with no distractions (besides a snoring child next to me).
Still. It was incredible to me how still the air was that night. Not much of a breeze and
Quiet. It was completely silent, aside from a few dog barks and sirens. When our air conditioner kicked on it reminded me I wasn’t in the woods!
The still, quiet night eventually lulled me to sleep and it was a peace I haven’t felt in a long time.
I awoke slowly, first hearing the earliest of the birds fighting over their breakfast, then the roar of motorcycles, most likely taking advantage of the cool morning. In my barely away consciousness, I almost believed they were the sound of boats going across the water and it felt as though I was truly camping! The sounds of the tents unzipping and kids laughing felt so familiar. And once our neighbor turned on his radio and began yelling, “anyone want pancakes?” I knew I really was camping.
That night I learned a lot about myself. I sometimes think that my ideal is the only way to fill a need…but that wasn’t the case on Friday. I also thought that no one else would have wanted to join in my desire to campout…but that wasn’t the case either. Sometimes your need can be filled in other ways than the ideal, and people want to help create something with you, even if it takes a little effort and sacrifice.
It was a magical night and something I needed more than I imagined.
All that was missing was a lake.
Maybe next time.