Nothing like a roaring campfire

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When I want to get away, I head to the woods. I pack the camper, choose a destination based on how long I can be away, and I go. Simple as that. I don't care about planning meals, coordinating hikes, or looking like a fashion maven. 

I may wear an outfit more than once and eat hot dogs with mac and cheese.

I will probably sleep in, have too many cups of coffee, and revel in the fact that I can't be reached by anyone on my cell phone.

I will definitely nap in my hammock, read in my hammock, talk to my children in my hammock and when I decide to get out of my hammock, it will be to sit by the campfire.

My husband creates the best fires. Yes, I do say create, because it's a process for him. He brings starter wood, thinly chopped wood, larger pieces and then the beastly size logs that, when placed on a hot fire, will burn well into the night.

We talk, reminisce, plan, debate, philosophize, and cure all the world's problems. The kids will eat Smores, play cards, and ride their bikes around the campground in the dark.

Sometimes, we'll even invite others to join us. Most trips, we enjoy just being together around the fire.