When was the last time you gazed up at the stars? Not just a quick glance up as you run from your car into your house, but really stopped to take in the wonder of our galaxy and beyond.
In the past 5 months I have camped a total of 35 times. In the remainder 24.5 years of my life- 0 times. Yes, I’ve half-assed it laying in a tent in my childhood backyard. But as soon as the ground dew droplets turn from liquid to solid, BAM! I’m right back in my warm cozy bed.
I’ve uncovered some of my most fortuitous qualities while camping. When thinking about it, what could actually go wrong sleeping in a home made of materials that can be folded into a tiny bag, in a location where most of the residents are four-legged and in a climate where warmth is just a suggestion? Everything.
That said, I can now tell you that camping isn’t about being uncomfortable or frightened of the unpredictability of nature. It’s about growing outside of your small comfort zone. Some nights were filled with frustrations of how Nick and I are going to keep our shelter from leaking. Others were making dinner over a fire dressed in mittens and a winter hat. But all were nights that the stars shined bright showing me that the world is still turning and that I am here.
I set out 6 months ago to rediscover humility. Little did I know, I was the main subject.
Tonight, I lay here camping for my 36th night in Dubois, WY. I’m trying not to freeze my hypothetical balls off and all I can think of is how grateful I am. How honored I am to have this opportunity to discover, live, and prosper.
So the question I should be asking is what could go right while camping? Everything.
Yellowstone was simply stunning and phenomenal. My only advice about the park- Go. See. It. Now.