I will never take pillows for granted again.
Last night I went camping in Leavenworth. We went the
whole 9 yards: we had wood for a campfire. We had a tent, we had the sleeping
bags, and we had the blankets.
The one thing we didn't have? Pillows. Who forgets
pillows!? Apparently us. But of course we didn't want to go back into town to
get some; we were stubborn and figured we could just use the blankets.
Bad call.
Its March in Washington. Therefore, it is basically still
winter. By the time we left the fire to go to bed, it was freezing. We didn't want
to use the blankets for pillows, we were too cold. So basically we had to pick
between head comfort and warmth, and I spent the night alternating between the
two. Needless to say I didn't sleep much.
I woke up feeling sixty years old.
Never forgetting pillows again.
But I will say, there isn't anything quite like sitting
around the campfire with good friends listening to good music and stargazing.
“And I swear in that moment, we were infinite.”
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