Gettysburg and Camping
A chilled breeze, a grey sky, crisp yellow leaves dangling from the branches of oak trees, a camping spot. This is place for us to set up tents and pull out the dutch ovens. Tents rise from the ground, food is prepared and topped with hot coals, the weather becomes frosty. And darkness covers the grey, twinkling stars from above, a crescent moon, wanes high in the air. The smell of sausage and cheese and warm pumpkin pie waft into our noses. We pray and devour the best sausage lasagna with yellow tomatoe sauce we have ever ingested. This is bits of heaven, good food, lovely friends, a cool dark sky, family. Hot cocoa is poured into styrofoam cups, conversation fills the site, there is laughter, singing, smiling. A cool grey morning greets us the next day. We form pancakes with blueberries over a grill and drown them in maple syrup. Elly and Eli...