nomadics: camping season begins

I now love to camp.  It's not something I grew up doing or had much interest in until, well, I moved to Maine.  I like the ritual of setting up and breaking down the tent...rolling it, and the sleeping bag, back up into the impossibly small bags that contain them.  It also provides an inexpensive way for me to travel and pick for the shop.  Last night was my first camping adventure for the season and although it's still off-season here - which meant no running water or electricity -  the couple who own the grounds were nice enough to let me crash. The huge trade-off was an oceanfront spot without a soul around and only the sound of the waves to fall asleep to.