Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Senses


Things I saw, smelled, heard and tasted during Labor Day weekend: the full moon: coyotes howling in the night; several pelicans (they are huge); a bear (we were in a car); Jupiter; Tolstoy blown helplessly across a lake in a rubber raft with his son and my daughter on board (everyone is fine); lotsa deer; the best campstove dinner I've ever had - Dancehall's fried knish and marinated portabello mushroom poem of a meal; the patter of rain on the roof of the tent as we fell asleep; Scorpio, Sagittarius, Cassiopeia, the Dippers; morning fog drifting across the surface of a lake; a rainbow; the Florissant Fossil Beds; sitting at a campfire with good friends as the night sky revealed itself; the evocative smell of the campfire on my clothes the next day.

4 comments:

Nancy Dancehall said...

Editor's note: It was actually gnocchi, not knish, but thank you, I'm glad you liked dinner. *s*

Tolstoy is lucky he's not living the War part of War and Peace.

Clowncar said...

Knish, gnocchi. Potato, potahto. Still the best camping meal I've ever had.

Hilary said...

Sounds near-perfect to me.. and pretty much how I spent last week.. though with different critters and a lesser moon. :)

Your kidlets are adorable.

Clowncar said...

Yes they are, Hil. Your cabin critters are adorable too.