campground morning

My love for camp coffee is no secret. There's something so gratifying about performing the same morning ritual you do every day outdoors, in the peaceful morning where it feels like you're the only one in the world awake. I usually wake before Evan and move as quietly as possible, lighting the stove and breathing in the cool morning air while I wait for the water to boil. This particular morning was the first time the sun broke through after a rainy few days of camping, so the way the sun rays hit the morning mist was especially enchanting. We made breakfast together, cracking eggs and sizzling bacon, and made plans for a day of hiking and exploring. This kind of morning will always make camping so very worth it. 

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cowboy coffee

My mom calls it cowboy coffee, and it's one of my favorite parts of camping. We'd taken the rain cover off of the tent the night before, so on this morning I was woken by the most beautiful pink-gold clouds moving quickly across the mountain valley. We'd wanted to get to the lake by sunrise, but the sky's dance coming through the open tent was too entrancing to move. I watched for a few minutes before crawling out of the tent to light the stove and put cool water on to boil. When the bubbles surfaced and Evan had stumbled out with sleepy eyes, we poured our coffee and walked to the lake in quiet gratefulness of what nature was offering us. It was the most peaceful and content time I could remember in so long. It's time to get back into the woods again.

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Mountain lakes. There might not be anything better in the entire world.