It's funny to think that those of us who live in the luxury of modern day conveniences would need breaks from all the distraction. But we do.
There's something about being out in nature that reminds us that there's more to life. Being surrounded by trees under the a blanket of stars up above bring me solace. I find inspiration in all the creation around me and am reminded that I am one of them. The knowledge that I am part of something greater and that Heavenly Father has a plan for me, ground me.
This weekend we got together with a couple of friends and their kids for some time away from the city. We headed up Provo Canyon to a secluded camp ground where the city was in sight but the mountains were our home for a brief moment (there are plenty of these spaces in Utah). I've been waiting all summer for this. Leaving the daily routine at home and seeking out adventure get me so pumped. I like sleeping in a new bed placed somewhere out of the ordinary, and living simply with just what we have with us. I just loved being up there, and I savored every little bit while we were up there. We talked, we laughed, we watched our kids share and play together.
We relaxed (I got to read and practice holding two babies, which is not easy at all).
We breathed in fresh air and sat around a campfire (and Boston got totally sticky thanks to Daddy),
We ate delicious s'mores made to perfection, steak, cheesy potatoes, and a dutch oven cream cheese pumpkin cake made by my friend, Jo (how she does it all still amazes me). It was all awesome. And end off our perfect camp day, it rained.
Camping in the rain. You know what that means, right? Wet clothes, cold noses, muddy wheels, and messy gear. Wow. I don't know about you, but that was pretty hardcore camping for me. I had never done anything like it. But it was still nice.
We bundled Boston up and put him to bed. Instead of spending hours talking and staring up at the night's sky, we talked for hours under our canopy. And we were happy :)
Admittedly, the storm was a bit scary. When it came time for bed, I laid for hours in my tent, cold and slightly afraid. The lightning was so sharp that it's brightness shone through my closed eyes. I would count the seconds before I heard thunder, "one-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand, four-one thousand" and it would stop. It was a bit mind boggling how close we were to possible danger. But moments like these ground us. We prepare as much as we can, but there are circumstances in life that we can't control. And we have to be OK with that. We just hope and pray for better things.
I'm grateful for this camping trip that offered time to think, ponder, and grow. Amidst my plan of escape came various other thoughts mainly of gratitude for the wonderful things in my life; shelter and warm covers in a time like this, beauty in this earth and how it regenerates itself, mountains to escape to, my safety net of family and friends to do funs things and create memories with, and my God for making all of this possible.