My son, Steve and I just returned from a week in Northern Minnesota's Boundary Waters Canoe Area. Wilderness camping, paddling, fishing--and doing a little writing with loon music in the background. And lots of reading, too.
Survived a 4-5 inch rain with loud thunder and lightning. Never quite so close to nature than sleeping in a tent with rain beating on the canvas.
The Old Timer says:
"Slow down on dark, rainy days. Dawdle over a second cup of coffee. Read parts of the newspaper you usually skip. Listen to classical music on the public radio station. A rainy morning is nature's way of interrupting the headlong rush that seems to be the fate for most of us."
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