Camping itself is a pretty weird phenomenon. We escape our daily, comfortable and luxurous lives in order to sleep in tents and to look for firewood; in order to go back to basics.
Last weekend I went to Krause Springs to camp with ten friends. Although it was only half an hour away from Austin, I felt like I was miles away from my daily life.
We swam in a natural spring that had a romantic little waterfall and a rope from which we could jump into the water. The fact that the water was really cold at this time of the year could not keep us from enjoying our ability to become one with the nature around us.
Women prepared dinner and men looked for firewood. Instinctively everybody knew what to do and how to do it. Apparently mother nature did a pretty good job feeding us with practical experience. As soon as the fire lighted orange and yellow and heated or cold bodies until our faces started to glow, the first hot-dogs were put on the sticks: ready to be roasted and eated by ten hungry but satisfied students.
Waking up this morning wasn't as warm and comfortable as waking up in East Hall 148, but it was twice as natural, three times as cosy and, this I heard ten times: Let's stay another night.
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