An Ode to Girl Scout Camping
A firepit, which is about as close as I get to ye olde Girl Scout camping these days. Every year, when the weather veers sharply into what I call “true fall” (after the lazy autumn slow dance known as Indian summer), when you wake to find an entire tree of leaves on the ground, when a chill wind cuts through your coat despite the golden rays surrounding you, when you inhale suddenly to try to catch whatever hint of wood smoke just teased your nose – that’s when I want to go G
