Trinidad Lake State Park in March

The same campground I visited in January is nearly full this March weekend. I wish I could stay here one more night for the full moon. Last night a group sat around their fire, laughing, relaxing. Tents glowed. Windows revealed other people’s recreational arrangements. The older couple on one side played cards at their van table. I am alone, but safe in this place.

I awake to bird choir, and gentle breeze. My campground neighbor’s dog barks to let her know it is time. I can smell burning wood of another camper’s fire.

I am grateful for fresh air, the chill, before sun warms this day. I am grateful for the quiet theatre of Nature. I am grateful for this opportunity to travel, visit friends, and explore.

The microwave warms water (I know, I should learn to light a fire) for strong French press coffee. My home on wheels has a compact kitchen for comfort. Cream. Vanilla. I sit outside to breathe and be. So much to do, so far to go, breathe.