Self-Segregating?: Part 1
Community, Connection, Relocation
Do you know the feeling of when you’re convinced that you have found the perfect place to set up camp? The emotions that build up while driving to the location accompanied by a sweet surge of joy that bubbles up? You hop out of the car in that familiar way which is part leg stretch, part glute squeeze.
Yes!
The trees are casting the right amount of shade, or perhaps, they create a surrounded clearing. There aren’t too many rocks underfoot and you can eyeball the exact space you wish to use for food prep and another section for when “nature” calls.
Ahhhhh.
An involuntary exhale, laced with a smidgeon of self gratitude grunting, slowly escapes your body.
All of your pre-planning legwork was flawless. You’re aware of the kind of animals you might encounter. You’ve calculated the costs for all the fees and completed a look ahead on weather conditions for the duration of your stay. You cannot wait to unload and begin the ceremony of the tent set up.
You hear footsteps approaching…
“Hey! I wanted to come over and say hi. We are camping just across the field over there.” (the nice stranger motions with a thumb)
