Siting outside burning some fire wood. Melting marshmallows
and chocolate. The word of friends around. The night passes by and the new day
begins. The smell of bacon and pancakes, the sound of the sisal. The dream
still floating in your head. Next a hike up the mountain to the river. The cool
water flowing down. The view from the mountain is breathtaking. Now to town and
get some more gram crackers. The woods call us back from civilisation to walk
among the trees. Leaves crackle under your feet and the sun shine dimly throw
the greenish yellow leaves. As the second day sun sets the fire crackle again. The
marshmallows and chocolate melt again. The fire roars up and the stars start twinkling.
The night is a beautiful sight. The air is fresh with the smell of fire and
smores. The hot chocolate heats your hands. As you and your friends talk the
fire bets on with a twinkle. The fire is out and the sky is black. No light to
find your why. On comes a flash light. Like bacons it attracts the moths. Quickly
you get into the tent. The rest of the night is fast to pass the third day
again the smell of bacon but now eggs in the air. The crack of the fire it is cooks
the eggs sounds throughout the campsite. This day is a day to pack up.
