The Bittersweet Embrace of the Last Camp

[wayno]

There is cleaning to be done. The bags have to be emptied and packed anew, breaking set habits; calls need to be made and arrangements confirmed. Trash will be consolidated and fuel shuttled off, and all things will be separated and divorced from their expedition-spun meanings. Carbon rasped from stove legs will stain fingers, and once abandoned living spaces will sprout drying lines and sundered stacks of eighteen gallon blue plastic bins, ready to absorb the detritus of endeavour. Lists and receipts and maps and journals will clutter a table beside cans of beer. In the rage of small necessaries, the march of tasks will weave through the great thing just accomplished but barely talked about. The goal needs to be put to bed, silenced, zip-tied to shattering conclusion.

http://www.adventure-journal.com/2013/1 ... last-camp/

[Onestepmore]

Good article. Quite poignant

[wayno]

i'm not crying, its actually hayfever.... IT IS

[tas-man]

It's amazing what a few sentences, carefully crafted, can trigger in your memories . . . thanks wayno for sharing this link.
The mental "bell" that these words "struck" in my mind, will resonate for days . . .