Today we're off to the mountains -- the very thought excites me. I'm taking along jars and tins to gather sap and leaves and moss. For once, it isn't my camping trip, it's someone else's, someone else tending the fire, someone else making sure the food is prepped, the wood is gathered, the tents are clean. I'm simply a transient pseudo camper this time around, driving up for the day and leaving after the marshmallows are burnt.
A respite. And, with luck, a time of inspiration.