My son Nicarus went winter camping with his best friend. They spent two nights in the Adirondack woods of New York. The first night the temperature was 8 degrees F with winds blowing against their little tent.
They built a fire gathering the fuel from fallen logs and branches, thanking the trees for their gift. It was the only light for miles around. The stillness, the quiet must have been almost deafening.
|Nicarus ready for a day of hiking|
|A tree adapts and grows around a massive, ancient boulder|
I, on the other hand, would never even think once about camping in the cold icy wilderness. I will find my inspiration from the comfort of a cozy chair, by the fireplace, with a hot cup of tea. In this case, there is absolutely nothing wrong with living vicariously!! Thank you Nick, for inspiring me!