Within those five days and four nights, we must have hiked about ten miles, and I read over 300 pages -- both for academic and leisure purposes. We talked under the stars about memories, hopes and dreams, laughed together and sat together in silence. Camping is a time for that which one cannot accomplish in the 'burbs or the big city, a figurative rekindling of humanity and pure thought whilst literally rekindling what is considered man's greatest invention of fire.
As I sit here in my air-conditioned apartment madly conjuring up the sun-kissed memories of wilderness bliss -- wilderbliss -- I can't help but want to navigate the many social media outlets allowed by technology, but I must fight it. What are the new stories being published? When am I going to write that review of the book I've just read? Should I try to beat the next level of that Candy Crush-like game, before I miss the opportunity to earn infinite lives for two hours? All is irrelevant when one is in the company of sequoias, sagebrush, and tufas.
|South Shore Tufa Reserve, Mono Lake|
At the campsite, the only option is to enjoy the outdoors. You sure as hell don't want to stay inside the tent, because it's made of vinyl and heats up an insane amount during the day. You don't want to sit in the car, because you think of the five hour drive you'll have to take back home. A claustrophobic sensation overwhelms you and suddenly you want to gain as much distance between yourself and the car as possible.
|Lundy Falls, 12 miles northwest of Lee Vining.|
|Tenaya Lake, Yosemite|