It took everything I had to get organised to go. I kept sitting down because my snot addled brain wasn't able to focus on more than one task at a time and I really did feel like shit but I made it.
It was awesome to arrive and have the tent etc already set up. All I had to do was pull out my chair and grab a beer. I really don't know how I did it but hey, I was there, in my zone and managed the mundane tasks like dinner and even stayed up till 1:30 am watching the flames, sipping the beer and enjoying good conversation.
Got up the next morning and was far from cured but I felt sooooooooo much better!
I couldn't explain what I get out of camping to those who don't get it but there is something both mentally and physically healing about being on a plot of dirt, surrounded by trees and water with an ample supply of wood to burn that makes me feel more at home than I am in any other situation.
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That's me at my happiest.
Rejuvenated,
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