On Monday, our first full day in our cabin at the YMCA Camp, I went for my customary light hike on the trail that circles the property, descending through the cabins near us down to the little brook, then following the trail along the water until it reaches Mill Creek, a gushing brook that marks the boundary between the camp property and Rocky Mountain National Park.
Upon reaching the water, hearing the roaring torrent for the first time in a year, and feeling my soul refreshed, I always sit and listen for a long period of time, whiling the minutes away in prayer, meditation, and thought. I usually bring my REI tripod portable camp stool so I have a place to sit on the black earth. I am home.
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