Last week, my father and I returned to the Cohutta Wilderness in North Georgia for our traditional father/son(s) camping trip.
Wilderness always offers an escape for both of us.
The highlight for me was whenever we were just sitting around the fire. Smoke rising into the air with golden sunlight piercing through the trees, we both reclined on our rock seats and meditated. Meditation through conversation... reading... journaling... staring. Staring into the fire. Through the trees. At the great sky above us.
