(I will add pics when I get home - not enough data service here)
Many of the greats have written extensively of man's need to reconnect with nature. To return to his primal past. Replete with crisp morning's dawn, the breezy caress of the unexplored forrest, the crackle of the greatest gift to early man - camp fire.
And yet, in the year 2014 Anno Domeni, I hear clear music from my Bluetooth speaker. I eat delicious chili con carne from a can. I sip imported beer after braving a searing shot of Mexican Tequilla.
I am serene in the knowledge that my -20* rated sleeping bag will keep me warm tonight; that a large highway is a few hundred yards from "camp" and that I could be sipping a piping hot gourmet coffee in ten minutes should I "venture to town".
And yet...
The stars seem to captivate me as no television, no matter how many inches or resolution, has ever done. The wispy clouds soothe me as they scatter from peak to peak. The pine strewn carpet envelops me to a degree no air freshener would dare attempt.
I am at peace.
Which is why we pack crates, and bags, and cans of food to sit on a dirt floor, near a bubbly brook, where summer has yet to conquer winter's last snow.
I will lay quietly tonight - sans rain flap - and listen for a heavenly chorus as the stars report for duty and begin their nightly traverse across the summer sky.
Alas...goodnight 21st Century.
