Campground – Daily Writing 26 March
Mar 25th, 2009 | By admin | Category: Daily WritingIn summer the sun gets up a long time before you want to and being in a tent you have no choice other than to wrap a towel around your head – it leaks in through the slipping green vinyl weave, a fog of light, and, being in the middle of the bush you can’t help but be disturbed by the chorus of birds and crows and Kookaburras that cackle and chortle and welcome in the new day. After a tennis match of indecision about whether to continue lying there awake or to get up and do something there’s the unzippering to do.. it’s almost as complex as unwrapping a Christmas present, the way the tiny leaves that pass for zippers are hidden away somewhere – you ruffle away in your polycarbonate sleeping bag which scrunches against the li-lo that’s half deflated during the night… Camping is it worth it?
When you do get the flap open you crawl through the entry tunnel it makes you remember why you’re here – it’s just you and a mountain and the rising sun and the long shadows that are casting arms around the hills. The air is serene, the smell of fresh vegetation bites at you in a new born sort of way. Droplets of dew sit upon the veins of hopeful leaves, and the ground crackles underfoot as you make your way to the gas cooker. It thumps its way to life for that first cup of tea. The pot cracking and groaning in the transition to heat as the earth cracks and groans with each ray of sunlight that rejuvenates its sleepy surface.
