On our camping trip in New Hampshire, we set up our tent by a creek. My favorite moment was at night when Jenny spotted the space station and shouted, "Look!". As we all looked up, a shooting star streaked across the sky. I think it was my first time seeing one.
The evening was still warm, yet a subtle chill hinted at the approach of fall. Our campsite dinner was delayed as we struggled to get the charcoal grill started. Eventually, with our hair and clothes smoky, we sat down as fresh fish cooked on the grill. While we waited, we played music and sipped cheap wine from plastic wine glasses. In the end, this is what camping is all about.
