Divine timing found us on an impromptu summer vacation this week. We jumped at the opportunity, packed the truck and headed to the White Mountains of NH where Stone’s family has a simple, and charming camp.
Camp brings relief with its simple pleasures and we’ve been living the good life.
:: playing in the water ::
:: making sandcastles ::
:: rebuilding stone pathways ::
:: walking on dirt roads ::
:: eating ice cream ::
:: relaxing and reflecting ::
:: nursing with sand between our toes ::
:: sharing s’mores with friends ::
:: throwing rocks into the sunset ::
These are the moments we grasp tightly even as they slip through our fingers like the sand on the beach. Stone has spent the summers of his entire life at Camp and seeing my boys come back this year has reminded me how how traditions and place play a role in childhood. It is a great hope of mine to watch my children grow through the subtle and gentle lens of this backwoods hideaway.