After posting about my early morning swims, I started thinking about my years working summer camp. Those are most definitely some of my fondset memories. But I find what stands out most are the moments I could find to be by myself amongst the hustle and bustle of all the kids and counselors.
Second in line down memory lane :
Going down to the stables. Smelling the hay and horses. I would tack up Diego and take him out on the trails for a bit. He was an old guy, but by far my favorite. I could get lost in my thoughts and just let him go where ever he wished. I would often take my boy Fruitcake with me and he would trot beside Diego with occasional sprints into the woods to chase some unknown sound.
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