Fresh filtered coffee in the forest on a cool morning with a view of last night’s campfire and the lake and trees and sky across the lake.
Kayaking on a calm lake in a sports bra and wet suit on a slightly overcast post-breakfast hour with moments of sun shining through warming up my face, hair and arms with a Clif bar and a mickey filled with OJ and spiced rum.
Not knowing or needing to know what hour and minute of the day it is, only needing to know whether the sun is up or down, waking up when the sun rises and falling asleep with I feel sleepy, and cooking and eating when I feel hungry.
Taking a number 2 on a damp wooden box with a view of the endless forest and the sky peaking through, and only fresh pine smells and cool air.
Driving on curvy single lane highway roads with landscape on either side, trees with all the shades of green you can imagine, no traffic, lakes and rivers showing up on a surprise giving me a jolt of endorphin, with my favorite old time tunes Adele’s 19, Green Day, Corinne Bailey Rae, S Club 7, KT Turnstall booming on the car stereo.
Sharing mind-opening travel, exploration, experiences with friends old and new under an impromptu tarp canopy while it rains.
Listening to the sounds of the lake water being pushed out by canoe paddles alongside sounds of the Canadian loons and other birds and the trees being bristled by the wind.
Hacking at tree logs with an axe releasing all energy built up inside by stress and jumping on one end of the log to finally split the log in two and hear the satisfying loud crack.
Lying inside the tent warm in long johns, winter jacket and thermal socks inside a sleeping bag while listening to the hard drops of rain hit the tent, the best lullaby as a drown out into a blissful sleep.
Playing camp activities like trust games and asking questions such as What instrument would you want to be and why? and working on communal activities together such as gathering branches, building a fire, cooking eggs, getting water, setting up tents together and washing the dishes.
Hot chocolate in a mug with marshmallows in the rain in the forest by the campfire.
Zero cell-phone reception.
The morning dew on pine needles and branches.
Yoga, stretches, and deep breathing by the water alongside the pines and morning dew.
Experiencing carrying a canoe on my shoulders over land.
Barefoot on soft and damp earth (which, by the way, healed the corn on my toe that saw zero recovery by specifically designed medicated corn pads), exchanging energies between my body and the earth.
No mirrors, no reflective surfaces, no need to care about how I look, only how I feel.
No drunkenness or caffeine jitters no matter how much alcohol or strong coffee I consume. Forest detoxification, weekend of detoxification.
Discovering clever and nifty camping gear and devices.
Lying by the campfire watching the bright orange flames burning the pine and birch swirling in straight lines and curly J’s before disappearing into the background of eternal black of the night sky.
Watching the glowing amber within the black crackled wood deep in the campfire.