At what point does camping become glamping. I suggest it's having the tent's door tied open and a fire in the wood stove, keeping the morning chill out.
It's feet up, reclining in a fully functioning beach chair that has a cup holder, holding a steaming cup of hot chocolate. It's having a good book in your lap, and no distractions to keep you from reading.
It's watching a pair of loons swim close to shore and to wonder why they're so quiet now. Perhaps it's because they're precocious child has left the pond to find a partner of its own.
My life has quieted as my daughter makes her own way.
There is time now to quietly swim but I'll not venturing too far from shore.
The seasons change around the lake. Spring brings winter's runoff from the mountains snowpack. And the warming days bring the blackflies.
The sun's warmth melts the ice on the lake and the fish flourish while feeding on the fallen insects.
And the loons start their family and sometimes scold their precocious child in the night. But sometimes their call is forlorn, an amber alert for a child gone missing.
The call at times can also be joyous, a trill saying there are fat fish below.
The fledgling learns to swim before diving, and fly last of all.
A child learns to crawl before walking and run before climbing.
How high a loon will fly, its parents will never know. But people are much more fortunate, because we have phones and holidays, vacations and camping adventures that follow.
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