Two nights away in early spring. The sounds of birds chirping away. My van, my dog, and my sleeping bag. It was a familiar yet unfamiliar place to be.

I read some pages from my library books while sitting around a campfire. The smoke wafted around so I had to relocate my chair eventually.

When taking my dog for a potty break in the middle of the night, a bear scurried away in the distance.

I came home and started coding again on my projects. It rained as I drove away from the camp site.

I practiced my handwriting after unpacking from the trip.

Until next time, campers.

Brian