When the Imperfect Fits Right

I like that we have to rinse out our coffee cups to have cocktail hour.

I like that we have just two cups that have to serve all purposes.

I like that I put my soap back in its wet box after my shower at the campground. And that my thin camp towel seems so inadequate to the task, but works well enough.

I like that an older couple just walked into the same shower room together.

I like that we have a third of a pound of ground beef for dinner and we’re going to make a feast of it with peppers and corn from the farmer’s market.

Camping is a suspension of the perfect and the normal.

That’s why it’s so fine.