I’m so grateful to have friends who love doing the same activities as I do. Who love just “winging it” without a plan. Who lift me up and embrace all my goofy whims. That’s how we end up in unbelievable, magical places like this. Camping / backpacking was how I learned to trust and love myself and , for me, nothing compares to it. Last night I slept with the rainfly off, in 45* air and woke up to a glass lake and majestic mountains. It’s healing.