Camping Weekend

Our continuing tradition of going camping every fall for Harrison’s Birthday has become one of my very favorite things about fall. All of the rusticism and rugged romanticism of the hiking through hundred foot hemlocks that creek and crack from swaying in the wind, dewy wet grass, waking up early with nothing but the sunrise as our alarm clock, and drinking coffee (and inevitably the coffee grounds) that was made over the campfire. It makes us feel at ease because in those moments nothing else really matters; it’s just us and the great outdoors. And when we return, with our batteries recharged, we feel an overwhelming sense of joy and happiness. The specialness of Wildcat Mountain will forever live in our souls even if we can’t make it back to camp at the same spot every year. Long live Camp Wisconsin!


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