I never camped until I met my fiance. In fact, my very first camping experience was freshman year of college, and I remember it fondly. I was nervous, and very unprepared. I had no idea what to expect. I was never an outdoorsy type up until that point. I am notoriously afraid of bugs, and the possibility of being attacked by a vicious animal seemed all too real to me. I expected to be extremely uncomfortable the whole trip. To my surprise, I absolutely love it. I loved the air. I loved the "lively quite" of the woods. I loved the way it felt to just exist with no purpose, no itinerary.
I was the first to wake, of course. I've always been an early riser. I put on my shoes to go to the bathroom. Once I was out in the fresh air standing outside of my tent, however, I took in all that was around me. I looked out over the cliff near our campsite, down to the riverbank. I decided to go for a run, which was very unlike me. I was not one for strenuous exercise back then, but something just compelled me to move. I walked for an hour, exploring the surrounding area all alone. But I was not lonely. I felt so at peace, and so refreshed. I never knew what joy the outdoors could give me. It was not long until I was begging my fiance to go on another camping trip.
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