When the flames were gone and only a dim orange glow remained, my visitor left. The quiet and the stars were notable. A chill chased me to my bag. Comfort carried me to dreamland.
Morning came.
The view out my window was just a great as the evening version. It welcomed me into morning rituals.
First, a short walk along the shore.
Then, a longer walk through nearby trails.
After waking the appetite, it was time for breakfast.
The cares of yesterday, less than 24 hours ago, seem quite distant. I feel fortunate instead of burdened, energized instead of burned-out, and optimistic instead of fatalistic.
I ponder why people don’t do this more often…
…and I’ve got no answer for you, …
…says the chap who rides with A. Homer Hilsen.
Pondero 
More stunningness … that lake is just lovely. I, too, wonder why more people don't do this. I can't wait to get out there myself. Is this the same like you've S24O'ed at in the past?
They don't do it because they get wrapped up in other things and that's good or you'd have had a party going on next door.
That's inspiring for sure. I'm gonna have to put a little camp site together like that for myself.
Apertome, yep same lake. Same campsite, if fact. It was recommended by one of the park staff, and I've been there several times.Steve, I understand about getting wrapped up in things. Party next door? Yeah, maybe. Of course that's not what imagined when I wondered "why more people don't do THIS more often".Twister, best wishes for simple pleasures.
Mark 1:35William Boyd
Correct, as usual, Mr. Boyd. Very nice.
Why people don't do it more often? It's lonely, it's dark, it's creepy, and there's snakes! š lol. I choose gardening for my quiet time. No, I'm glad you guys like to go camping, I think it's awesome. Leave the parties to me. š
You've got me plotting my next S24O.