A familiar cycle in my life has come around again and I cannot believe that my time in the BWCA is that far in my past.
I miss the consistency of the week - living in a tent, eating what we cooked over a fire in close proximity to nature and those we love, dipping my paddle into the clear water while my head is tipped to the heavy wind.
I sometimes wish that I could infuse my life with this schedule but modern times do not wait around for the fire to consume the fuel. So instead I yearn for those moments in my life where I can leave my city life behind and I can burden my back with my packs and canoe and search for those lovely spaces where I can be.
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