I’m a simple man. I want dirt under my feet and trees and sky over my head. And those brief fleeting moments on the trail where everything is absolutely still and somehow silent. There’s got to be a word for that? I bet the French have one.
A light to find your way home. The Coleman lantern might be one of the first camping items I can recall from my earliest memories helping dad pack for a trip. The hiss of the gas and the explosion of light and the tink-tink of moths bouncing of the globe.