There’s nothing like rolling out of a sleeping bag on a cool crisp morning, starting a fire in the camp ring, and placing that pot of coffee on to boil. As the fire begins to take off, you rub your hands together and begin to absorb the heat of the growing flames.
As the pot heats up and the anticipation of that warm, dark liquid grows, you begin to put together the rest of the morning’s meal.
The scent of bacon frying drifts through the air, eggs sizzle in the cast iron pan, biscuits brown, and the sounds of nature wake up along with you; it just seem to be the right way to begin a day. Voices speak in quiet tones, careful not to awaken the rest of the day before its time. You find yourself wishing those you’ve gathered with to start a day in such a wonderful way were closer, that you could get together more often, and that you could begin each day the same way.
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