Focused enough to unfocus
It’s summer time and I’m getting the heck out of dodge!
This is one of my favorite times of year, when everyone is just sort of floating around trying to get out into the sunshine and on the water. I’m trying to do my part to enjoy all that summer has to offer by planing camping trips and visiting family and friends as much as possible.
This past winter was far beyond harsh - it was down-right cruel - and I for one believe we’ve all earned the right to play outdoors as much as possible this summer.
With plans in the making and adventures pending, I’ve been thinking a lot about what the best part of a vacation is. Is it the place, the people, the food, the (in)activity? Or is it broader - being somewhere else, traveling somewhere new, or even the mounting anticipation just before departure?
As I write this I’m less than a day away from departing for an annual U.P. camping trip. I’ve wrote about it here before because it’s usually quite the adventure. My friends and I, we pull out all the stops. Typically we communicate on Facebook in a group to lock down a date sometime in January (it gives everyone something to look forward to in the dead of winter), and as the date draws near make calls to prepare the food and beverage menus ahead of time. This year we’re even pre-cooking the meat products… yes, we’re almost professionals at this...
The land is privately owned by a close family friend who’s generous enough to let us stay for a long weekend every June for the past five or so years. We’ll be on the big lake, way up on a cliff, with access to a white sand beach just a mile away. It’s perfect. I swear sitting on the beach not one problem in the world can touch you. You sort of just melt away and forget pretty much everything for a while.
I have specific instructions to finish all my writing before I leave.
July 4th falls on a Friday this year, and that right there is a great reason for everyone to enjoy a long weekend. I have family coming to town to visit, and after the parade we’re going camping out towards Springstead. Yes, camping two weekends in a row is the way to go.
The rest of July, I’m sure, will be a smattering of off the cuff camping and fishing adventures before our local festival season hits in August. But all of that seems far off right now. Right now all I’m thinking about is packing fireworks into a duffle bag and driving out to the lake.
See you out there,
A woodsman in training.