Camping with Friends

When I first saw the Trotters at our camp site my immediate thoughts in no particular order were, “Yea I’m sooo excited to see them!!”
And, “I’m smellie.”
Andrew and I get lost in our lil’ camping, wandering, road tripping lala land.  We can truly do this forever and sometimes we joke about how long it’s been since we’ve seen another human.  And we kinda don’t mind it that way.  Haha, introverts to the core.

But I think community with other humans is fun.  More than fun, it’s important.  It pushes you to see things beyond your comfortable perspective.  It challenges your habbits.  And, it’s simply fun to learn about someone else experiences.

Anyway, the Trotters came all the way from Houston to ole’ Big Bend to camp with us and stare at the stars.  West Texas, far away from big cities is some of the best star viewing in the US so Ryan brought his fancy schmancy telescope.  I got to see the moon up close.  It was pretty awesome. I love that lady.  The moon is a woman, yes?  A moody woman.  We all agree on this?

Ryan, or Trotter as Andrew calls him, is one of the smartest people I know.  And him and Andrew get into the craziest conversations.  In two minutes they can switch from talking about Instagram to Quantum Physics.  I’m not even sure I spelled that right, but they were for real chatting about it over coffee.  

Vanessa is Trotter’s wife.  Ah, that woman.  She would pop out of the tent with her dark hair all flowing and perfect with a cute hat on and smelling good.  Did I mention I am smellie?

I think you can tell a lot about a woman from cooking with her.  And Vanessa is not scared of spice but is gentle handed.  She’s watchful but laughs easy.  And her homeland of Columbia flows out of her like cilantro and grand love.  She for real brought a whole tub of cilantro camping… love it.

We had a great time.  We laughed, we looked at stars, we ate, we drove, we laughed, we ate.  It was great. 

Here’s to camping with friends and growing closer.  

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