I had hoped to return from NC to a warm Mid-Atlantic spring, but instead the snowflakes are sticking to the ground. My state of weather confusion is topped only by our daffodils, who exposed themselves in February only to be shamed back into their robes first by March, and then again by April. As an outdoor enthusiast with fair-weather necessities, I am losing my sanity. With no trips on the horizon and no time off to fit one in, what’s the cure? It’s actually quite simple: Camping!
The weather will inevitably break, and I can think of no better way to break into the outdoors than by breaking out a tent. My home state, “Wild and Wonderful West Virginia,” still has enough trees, hills and streams where we can pitch our tent and feel far away from daily concerns. There are secret spots and state parks (the latter of which I should start bragging about on this little webspace *insert future blogs*), so finding a spot is no trouble. More to come.
…Until then, I’ll *try* to enjoy the last of winter evening couch-space.
Travel Notch 