On Wednesday, February 12, 2014 7:45:18 PM UTC-5, Janet Bostwick wrote:
> On Wed, 12 Feb 2014 18:13:21 -0500, Gary > wrote:
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> >Janet Bostwick wrote:
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> >> My camping days are behind me. I did love camping next to a mountain
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> >> lake, getting up early and catching some rainbow. Starting a fire
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> >> just as dawn is breaking and putting the skillet in the fire to fry up
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> >> some bacon, home fries and fish. Coffee from the big blue-speckled
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> >> pot is scenting the air. Biscuits are almost done. I can hear the
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> >> shhhhh of waterfowl feet skimming the water as they land and the
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> >> rustle of the dog in the undergrowth. Husband begins to stir. The
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> >> very earliest part of the morning belongs to me.
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> >And then you woke up! heheh ;-D
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> >LMAO! ;-D Janet! I love you but that was the funniest post I've
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> >read in years. The more I read, the more I laughed. hahaha Fess up
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> >now...you've never gone camping before have you? Your story is right
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> >from an old Norman Rockwell picture or maybe a Disney movie. All you
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> >forgot to mention was the smiling birds happily singing at dawn, the
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> >cute fuzzy bunny babies all playing with their mom, and the newborn
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> >fawn nuzzling against you while her mom looked on approvingly. Later
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> >on in the day, you can wander out in the meadow with your long dress
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> >on, raise your arms and spin around while singing "The Sound of Music"
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> >song. LOL!
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> >G.
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> I guess you've never been camping in the mountains of Idaho. All of
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> that is real. I'm sorry you've never been able to experience it. Here
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> you can still camp all on your own where ever you choose -- just
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> follow an old logging road in your 4x4. The one photo I never got
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> but is burned in my mind is those birds coming in for a landing with
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> the mist swirling on the water.


That's the kind of mind-photo you want to concentrate on if you are being put under for surgery. Magic moment, right?
Mine involves a gang of female elk emerging from the woods high up in Utah. Another, swans gliding in the mist of a foggy evening just off a bike path. You could almost hear the Tchaikovsky........