I have wonderful memories of camping when I was young. I always loved sleeping in a tent, eating s’mores, drinking cocoa (or when I got older, coffee) made over a fire, and waking up early. That last one is pretty surprising because, as a rule, I sleep until my children drag me out of bed in the morning. But when I camp part of the pleasure of it is waking up in the cool morning.
The Whippoorwill Festival: camping, celebrating and learning.