Life begins again

We're back, safely returned from our first camping trip without Clankeeper. For this trip we went back to a site we had visited before, a place so wooded that you could wander around through brush for hours without seeing a campsite, yet the campsites themselves were close enough that we could all cook and eat and worship together. Unlike most people, our family camps, not to see sites, nor to hike, nor to tour, but to—well, camp. As city folks who love nature, we find it vacation enough to be away from the airport noise, and as we almost always go with our church family to some place where the boys can run through the woods playing army, who needs site-seeing to enjoy camping? Though I enjoyed myself, I was glad of course to be back home, but not entirely. Being away from the hustle and bustle of life, even the mostly home-bound life we live, was a large part of the joy of camping. It seems a shame still to me that we cannot always live like that, filling our days with simple pleasures instead of running around frantically.