Camping can be a magical time for some.

For others it could be a horrific time.

But for me, camping is an amazing time.

Nothing can even compare to  Pathfinder camping.


There's just something about being in the middle of the Woods.

Having no connection to the outside world.

No electricity or running water.

That just brings a sense of peace.


A few hundred people from three different states.

All gathered in the same place.

Singing and praising the Creator.

So much so; you feel his presence.


It just wouldn't be Pathfinder camping…

Unless you burned your tongue drinking hot chocolate.

Came home smelling like campfire smoke.

Made new friends, or woke up freezing.


You might not enjoy camping.

But for me, it is a sense of peace.

You just forget about all your life stresses,

And just enjoy life. 


This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


Glena Waterhouse

AWsome poem! Your Genbome has you rightup there with Ralph Waldo Emerson!!!

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