*exhale* Well then. The bears all seem to be migrating. Im going with them, who knows where to. It is as if the world around us all is falling into hibernation.
Its strange. With the knowledge that this is the last camp ever I find myself idling more than usual. As if trying just to take in and remember what will soon be gone. I suppose life is full of goodbyes, some of which really are forever.
Useful hiking/survival tip: Trees grow to their fullest capacity in rich soil with suitable environment. Even such a tree can be cut for firewood to tell a story around. But even from its ashes, a new seed will spring to life.
Ashes make for nutritious soil 🥳