|whittling, bow and arrows, and an atl atl--a very productive weekend|
|this cutie belongs to our friends--it's even cuter on the inside!|
|best pot roast on the planet--thanks John!|
|lots of knitting, I can still smell the fire in the yarn :).|
|our campsite was minutes from the beach :).|
I don't think much about having to say goodbye, not until that moment comes and suddenly I am at a loss for words. Whether they are friends that we see often, or friends that we see occasionally, the reason we have remained friends throughout the years is because we have shared experiences that will last longer in our memories than the seconds we actually spent together.
That is how I feel about the "gang", as we call them. At the core, there are about 10-12 of us. I have only known them as long as I began dating my husband, but it was clear to me from the beginning that this eclectic group wasn't like any other that I had ever met. Each, with their own story and from all walks of life, had a bond with the other that is authentic and unique, kind and generous, loyal and honest. We don't see them that much, maybe twice or three times a year if we are lucky. We have grown together through marriages, breakups, moves, family problems, personal joys, deaths, births, and birthdays. We may not know all the details in each other's lives, but I am not sure we really have to. All of that seems unnecessary when we gather, as our focus remains on enjoying what's in front of us. And usually, what we enjoy with each other the most, is camping. In the midst of the outdoors and in nature, we enjoy each other's company in laughter, and in silence, with thoughtfulness, with sharing, and of course, with good campfire food :).
If I remember correctly, we started camping with the gang at least once every year for the past 5 years, beginning when E. was 4 and M. was 2. We have camped in many different campgrounds all across the state. We even spent Thanksgiving together one year in the hills of North Carolina just outside of Asheville. Many memories have been made in the woods across Florida and honestly, I can't imagine camping with any other folks. Plainly, camping will not be the same without them. The live-oak filled woods, a good fire, delicious dutch oven meals, funny stories, some reminiscing and even the humongous raccoons, that is exactly how I would have liked to say goodbye to the gang, and that is exactly what we did. Well maybe not goodbye, but until the next campfire, thank you my friends...
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