[down to the river] / This weekend's camping experience was both horrendous and liberating. On the third day of being outdoors, sweaty, muddy, and with no service, I fell in love with the trees, the smells of nature, and breathing in the beauty of our Creator; and I began to embrace and look forward to staying the night in the tent. However, another thunderstorm rolled through the mountains of Hot Springs, North Carolina and what was meant to be an act of kindness from a stranger, someone placed our guitar in its hard covered case within our tent and left the zipper opened. So, we came back to a flooded tent with our clothes, blankets, books, bags of organic blue chips, and journals soaked. Along with a new friend, we had to pack all of our dripping gear up a day early and trudge through the mud and rain to the car parked a mile away. That night we had to sleep in the car, cramped up, with the smell of must and mold from our wet clothes in bags in the backseat, but it didn't break my spirit. The stars were glorious that night, and they twinkled and dazzled down at me, reminding me of life's bittersweet seasons and glorious moments that sparkled and ignited amidst the drenching rain. Camping and attending at the Wild Goose Festival was changing, wrecking, glorious, liberating, and it knocked me out of my comfort zone on so many levels. Thankful for the sweet reminders and of all the sweet friends I've made on this small journey + roadtrip so far.
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