From the bloggers at Daily Camera.
I woke up snuggled in a nest of my husband, daughter and 4-month-old puppy named Merle Haggard, but you can call him darlin’, darlin’.
The juicy, mountain sunlight spilled through the opening at the peak of the tipi, and the air was sweaty and stagnant, though woven with a lingering chill from the night before. You know, camping air.
I swallowed a bite of the stillness before I realized we had no coffee. At the blow, I jolted, only to be assaulted by a throbbing hip. I felt like the Princess and the Pea, except instead of a pea under my stack of mattresses, apparently I had unrolled my sleeping bag on a pile of sharp rocks and daggers and bear traps.
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