going to the coffee shop reminds me of
camp fires.
The guys I chat with at the coffee shop
tell stories of the past or current affairs.
Made me think of sitting by the camp fires.
Most of the camp fires I was involved in
was as a youth in boy scouts. Every
summer for four years we would go on
a 50 mile hike in the Olympic Mountains.
Each August we would be out hiking for
about ten days.
We hiked a different trail each year. We
had two extra days for hiking jut in case
it rained which it usually did. Those days
we would spend in a cabin or have covering
where would not get rain on us. We would
spend the day playing cards after and between
meals.
Depending on how much it was raining often
a few of us would go down to the river to see
if we could see any fish. Most of these days
where we rested away from the rain we would
not see anyone coming by on the trail.
During meals we would sit by the camp fire
hearing stories from the adults about their
experiences hiking. These stories would make
us laugh. Now I hear similar stories at the
coffee shop. What a great way to spend time.
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