Be still my beating heart...
What is that I spy? Oh, is that a buckskinner, canvas and hammocks?!?! What beauty is it that which lies before me? The wonderful scent of woodsmoke drifting thru the wild woods... The canvas standing white and brilliant against a beckoning woodland wonderland. And lest we forget... the hammocks hung high... welcomed into the woods by the forest itself... As if to say, "I am here, I am home... come, commune with me, I am waiting..."
"Mother Gue", I says "the Rocky Mountains is the marrow of the world," and by God, I was right. Keep your nose in the wind and your eye along the skyline.