it was sad when I saw the path to the parking lot where the tree line begins. It was mid day and we had fell victim to the summer heat due to lack of preparation from the day before. I was with my mom and my brother we had gone camping for the week.
Our campsite was a little off the trail we were walking on at a river that ran through the valley. My brother was complaining about the bugs and my mom mas carrying the tent and my brother and I was carrying my moms stuff and my stuff. As I looked back at the spot where we set are tent up I thought of all the things we did and memories that were made. I new I would miss everything from the chilly river to the suffocating air.