It’s that time. Sausage on a stick time. Smoke in your eyes time. Moss for a mattress time. Dirt under your fingernails time.
A few West Philly friends and I officially kicked off camping season a couple weekends ago at Harriman State Park just over the New York border. I arrived to the park at sunset, and by the time we hiked to the spot our friends staked out for us darkness had fallen completely. But even though I had to wait until morning to take in my surroundings, there’s nothing like unzipping the tent at dawn, popping your head out, and discovering you’re situated at the top of a rugged hill that overlooks a pond on the one side and an entire valley on the other. Even though temperatures dipped below freezing that night, the next day slowly melted to a heavenly sun drenched afternoon. Between my snug sleeping bag cocoon, the peepers that sang us all to sleep, the leisurely pace of cooking breakfast over a campfire (that inevitably segues into cooking up more sausages for lunch), and a relaxing nap in the sun, I came back to the city feeling completely refreshed and ready for spring! The ten mile hike (that was probably only supposed to be six) left me with slightly sore muscles, but it was a good sore. Just like the touch of sunburn on my nose. Fresh air and scenery sure did this city kid some good!
Our perfect little hill. (Click to expand.)