Sam and I managed to have a really sweet camping trip, just the two of us, somehow, in the middle of the festival weekend...

We were the only dragon crew who stayed overnite. Sam proved an excellent gofer, tentpole clicker and a very enthusiastic firemaking assistant.

Ah, fire!

So much of the joy of camping, for me at least, is in the FIRE! Love building the teepee of wood and paper, lighting it, tending it, revelling in the blaze, the heat, gazing into the glowing heart of it, the embers... Feeding it, cooking in it, burning leaves and pinecones and marshmallows... Singing around it, wrapping your arms around a loved one in the silent communion of primal, live-giving flames.

'Course, Sam mostly enjoyed burning stuff-and eating the s'mores.

:)

Then a small, sweet ritual of letting it burn down, carrying water in cups and bowls to pliff! sizzle and steam the remaining coal glow into safe, wet ashes.

Then toothbrush and tent,

to read our bedtime story, Neotopia.

Our latest library score-a new favorite graphic series.

It was a good weekend, but now I gots to face the facts and pack and pack and pack!

This time next week I will be living in a different home.

Wish I had a transporter, or like five big strong mens(four to lift and carry boxes and furniture and one to lift my spirits and carry me!)