You can think of things to stir your imagination or you can grab a tent and get up in the woods..time on your own or with a friend...touching mother natures hand.. a night of lightning strikes to fill up the tent..the wind knocking the shelter about with furious anger..the thunder rolls over a distant canyon in a chorus.. "I am truly living...one with nature on this cold dark night"...A taste of primitive man or a road to my soul...doesn't really matter...every long lost memory of such places are still right here...locked within my heart and memory. What a nice thought...the bed where you lie is the captivating wilderness...*sigh*
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