What smells better than when the first cup of coffee, perked over a fire, is poured into the first mug? Waking to that wondrous campfire coffee, is a pleasure that must be experienced to know it’s absolute perfection.
The fire you started when you crawled out of your tent is crackling and popping. The sky is streaked with the morning colors, announcing the light approaching.
When things are simple, it reminds me how to take real pleasure in every nuance of life that surrounds me. How blessed I feel and am, everyday.
The day had started normal – crazy – normal, typical for us, the Ladies Annual Pack Trip Tea Party was going to depart for the wilderness, that afternoon!
The mood was high with excitement down at the barn as the horses were being led out to start saddling and packing. The ladies on this trip were all friends and in heaven laughing and teasing each other, all chatting and helping where they could.
It all changed in mid-laugh, I don’t even remember what we were teasing about at the time.
I had leaned over the side of the trailer to pick up the Ruger 44 Super Black Hawk in it’s holster and sling the belt to my shoulder and I reached out with my other hand to pick up my 30-30, the rifle I carried on summer trips.
As I stood up straight the world stopped. The Ruger swung forward from it’s belt and hit the edge of the low-sided trailer we used as a staging area, then discharged.
It was as if a storm had moved in and the thunder was inside me. The thunder erupting from inside me and the earth quaking under my feet.
Looking down, seeing perfectly round dots all over my favorite pair of riding jeans, no bigger than a dime, and perfect little dots of yellow, white and red.
As I realized in that second I was about to die, no shit.
I realized something else, I wasn’t done yet. I didn’t want to die, there had been no time. I was in big trouble and it wasn’t anywhere near to being over.
Well, it’s a story anyway, after so much time. I think in some ways, I was born that day.
It took time, a few years to mourn what I lost, what was taken away and get used to the new me.
Sometimes, I think, campfire coffee is like that.
Sure, who couldn’t use a caffe-mocha-vodka-valium-latte?
All in all though, a cup of campfire coffee, saddling up and heading out will sure level the whole world right out too.
Make sure that you take the time to notice the gifts that surround you too.
Still waiting? Don’t.
There is so much to experience, so much in life and the process of living to appreciate and be grateful for, every day. If experiencing Alaska is a dream of yours too, don’t put it off on the hopes of a “someday” ~ it may never come.
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