Still working out the details. I love packing lists and dreams of vistas along the road. The last ten years or so have been bitter but these gatherings are like an oasis to a parched soul. I am praying for rain, but selfishly as I love the smell of wood smoke and hope to gather around an actual campfire. Hearing elk bugle will just be frosting on the cake. If the night skies are clear, I cannot wait to show my girls the stars as they should be seen.
