Life is about adventures.
Matter of fact, I’ve decided to rename problems “adventures”.
Lately, I’m up to my ears in adventures!
When Hurricane Ian took my island home, I found myself without shelter.
What to do?
I reserved a campsite.
Senior discount and paperwork finished, I found my gravel campsite beside a gator waterway.
For the first time in my life, I would camp alone.
This was exciting and scary at the same time.
In other words — adventure!
I found myself sandwiched between massive trees, mobile homes and pop-up campers.
Set-ups were elaborate. Glistening lights, rugs and picnic tables, even little signs stating “Gus and Marie — Retired and Lovin it!”
No doubt about it…I was out-classed.
I tried not to draw attention to the odd little old lady setting up camp by herself . I worked quickly connecting plastic poles for my kiddie tent.
Yup…you got that straight. I have a kiddie tent, a sweet little “Junior Adventurer” number. It cost ten dollars. It fits me fine. It helps to be short.
I parked my car in front of my new tent home. No sense in drawing attention to my solo kiddie tent.
Camp set up, I resolutely settled my baseball cap on my head and took off to hike. The circus of campers was astounding!
We were all jammed under tropical brush next to a shimmering waterway sporting alligators and egrets.
I took an inventory of everyone’s camping accommodations.
Colorful flags, twinkling lights, table clothes on tables …sizzling grills.
I felt like I stumbled into an exotic village.
…And stumble I did as darkness draped about me. With darkness came flickering fires and fireside faces.
This was mesmerizing! I walked in camouflaged silence.
I’m always a silent observer on my adventures.
When stars were penetrating the palm leaves, I crawled into my nylon home.
The evening was just beginning.
I measured my tent moments by birds. First came a whippoorwill, then an owl in the thick of midnight.
By three a.m. a single tiny bird’s chirp was high, and hopeful.
I couldn’t help but crawl out to gaze at a full, hazy moon.
The moon was full of mystery hanging there behind palm trees and Spanish moss.
Six a.m. brought a blithe conversation between birds who felt they had to call out the sunrise.
By seven, bird volume turned up, joined by motor hum and neighbor chatter.
I crawled out of my tent a different person, I think…
a stronger person,
Do you have problems?
Consider them adventures.
This sleepy adventurer loved camping.
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I love your descriptions! hugs Denise
Thank you, Denise! I loved the adventure and will be continuing to camp!