Most long weekends in August we camp on Brier Island with Bear River friends.
It’s very low key…shared food, mostly vegetarian, cooked over the campfire or propane stove, sleeping in tents, nature walks, and lots of talks and laughter and bird watching and telling stories and sharing ideas and catching up.
One of my favorite delights is to fall asleep listening to the ocean waves. Or is it waking up to the haunting calls of seals?
Come with me down the green path…..
Along the bumpy ridge…..
Past the living tidal pools……
Along the craggy shoreline…….
Past the basalt lava flow that reaches all the way to Blomidon.
Past the rising tide…….
Past the ocean waves……
Follow your nose……
Past the wild and fragrant Roses…..
We might be under shelter…
…or checking out the new, lone teepee…
..or riding bikes….
…or searching…
…or watching the sun set…
…or at the campfire…
…or walking through fields of wildflowers
…or imagining a new painting….
…or waiting for a ferry to go home.
