The last bag is zipped

The car is started

The exhaust leaves behind a trail of thick black smoke.

Trees stand tall and strong

A fuzzy brown squirrel races to the top. 

Gravel crunches under the tires as the car halts.

The poles are struck into the mud like a bolt of lightning.

 The tent stands. 

Morning comes, the propane oven cooks fresh eggs and sweet potatoes.

Mosquitoes buzz and dice roll.

The golden marshmallows and oozing chocolate make a wonderful meal. 

I start swinging in the sun baked hammock.

I rock back and forth, looking up at nature's beautiful design. 

Night falls, and rain starts dripping from the sky

Like a faucet.

The fire crackles and pops as firewood slowly burns.

I wake up 

Not to a beeping phone, 

but to the soothing sound of a river 

flowing downstream peacefully.

I get up 

Not to worries or expectations, 

but to calm, relaxing mornings, 

And falling asleep to graceful stars,

Priceless memories.