I often wake up early. It isn't out of a sense of virtue or a need to get to work or to make a fast start on the day. Goodness, no! I'm a light sleeper, and tend to stir once the birds start on their morning songs.
Our new tent has pretty good blackout, but not sound out. That's fine by me because 6AM camping is one of my absolute favourite times. I like coffee and I like camping. Is there a better cup than the first of the day brewed on the Trangia - slightly blearily so somewhat carefully - when it feels like the rest of the world is still asleep?
No hurry
The other day it was me and the birds and three deer. The deer stopped to have a staring contest. I won. They blinked first, before moving on almost silently through the trees once they decided I was no threat. Just me and my cup of far too strong (no such thing) dark roast.
"Just you? Wait a minute…"
All was calm and birdsong quiet if you know what I mean. Not entirely quiet, but in a good way. The forest floor was mostly still. In the tree tops, the rustling of leaves stirring on a gentle breeze. Those leaves! Green on bright green, and brighter still as the sun climbed higher, lighting up the day.
Leafy
The mosquitoes and biting types didn't seem too interested. A combination of my eau de bug spray by Muskol - lemony notes and a hint of, hmm, gasoline? - as well as the woodsmoke and charcoal aroma from last night's campfire seemed to do the trick.
Bug deterrent
It's safe to say not all is well in the world. Some understatement, that. However, temporarily disconnected and unplugged, it is safe to say that all was well, under canvas and over caffeinated, in the small corner of the world we found ourselves in.
Disconnected? Perhaps not!
Woodsmoke and coffee - not too sure it's always the answer, and not too sure what the question even is, but it'll do on an early summer morning camping in the woods.
Thanks for reading, and I hope you have a wonderful weekend!
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