Escape

Spent the last several days camping with my husband and parents in Port St. Joe, Florida. It was wonderful to flee the grayness and damp chill of Cleveland and spend 7 days drenched in sunshine, coastal breezes and drifting woodsmoke. I think I could go camping for a month and not get sick of it.

Cooking corn or fresh waffles over the fire, warming tea and made-from-scratch chili on the camp stove, falling asleep to the sound of wind through the pines and palms with the full moon glowing in the East, and opening your eyes to clear sunshine, surrounded by soft morning birdsong and the promise of a day spent lounging on the beach or kayaking in the bay... That's my heaven.