GM Haiku
The last embers die
Birds sacrificing their life
Memories live on
~
The last shot of our campsite after packing up our gear.

GM Haiku
The last embers die
Birds sacrificing their life
Memories live on
~
The last shot of our campsite after packing up our gear.

I get bummed out breaking camp. It takes three days to really start feeling like you are part of the bush, and getting really dialed on the flow of outdoor living. You get used to not seeing or hearing anything man made. Then it’s time to pack up and return to clown world. I could live out there full time. But it really makes it special when you have those back to back days.