Tomorrow starts the camping season - for me anyway. I've been eagerly awaiting it since we starting planning the trip about 2 weeks ago. Not venturing too far away this time - just down to Columbus for the weekend. I had to close the store tonight though so we're going Saturday and Sunday nights. Sunday night is a special day at the campground if you are staying the night. It's the day when most folks pack up and head home from their camping weekend. The campground empties out and is very quiet that night. Although campgrounds generally aren't overly noisy, Sunday night is especially quiet. It also makes it seem like you're getting an extra day off. You watch everyone pack up knowing you have another 24 hours of serenity.
There's one moment though that I'm looking forward to. It's the moment when you know you're there - when life slows down for awhile and you can start to catch your breath. It's when the camper is all set up, the awning is out, and you put the camp chair under it and plop down. There's nothing more to do, no schedule, and no demands. I think that moment also includes a significant drop in my blood pressure. It's one of those slightly magical moments. One should never take magical moments for granted.
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