Rain hits the canvas cover of my lodge and drips from the smoke vent. I sit staring at the fire as it devours the wood I have placed into its embrace.
The warmth of the flames infiltrates my clothes and warms my cold skin. I stare at the smoke as it rises and escapes through the open flaps to mingle with the rain.
I ponder a question which is asked of me often. It is normally asked with innocence and a true desire to understand the answer.
The problem is, I do not have an answer. This short video may help to provide some insight.
What is the question?
Why do you leave this comfortable lodge to wander far out into the forest where comfort is but a memory?