There are few words to express how fulfilling and satisfying this weekend’s camping trip was, and on how many levels. I had small circle of friends time, one-on-one time, and quiet time alone. I did some writing, some reading, and some just sitting. There was fantastic scenery, good music, and great company. And while I was grateful for the comforts of home, I felt almost resentful at having to come back to civilization before I’d had my fill of the wilderness and the serenity that comes with being mostly inaccessible to the world outside.