I’m beginning to rouse my wife when I hear my friend zip open his tent. But a closer listen revealed it didn’t sound like tent noises. Perhaps it’s just our backpacking friends in the tent a few feet away getting up and ready. She was snoring, fast asleep until she heard the same thing I did.
What sites, smells and sounds she had encountered on this her first weekend backpacking trip. Her legs twitched back and forth as no doubt she recounted in her dreams the events of the previous day’s hike. Our young dog was lying at the foot of the tent snuggled up like a child between my wife and I. I sensed it would not be much longer before my stomach would expect breakfast. Light had begun to filter through the canopy of trees and into our tent. It had been a great hike the day before but my body was rejecting the thought of carrying that backpack on another days trek. I turned over in my sleeping bag longing for a few extra minutes of sleep.
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