Camping in the mountains is one of the best ways I know to make your senses come alive. From the moment when darkness envelopes the blue sky, enticing the safety and warmth of the nightly campfire to the morning call of the blue jay who ushers in the new day. The tantalizing aroma of sizzling bacon mingles with the scent of robust pines and permeates the atmosphere. I close my eyes and take in a deep breath of crisp mountain air before looking up at the speckled bits of blue sky that poke through the small canopy of trees. I see squirrels scampering from limb to limb while a few birds watch on calmly. When I’m camping in the mountains there’s nothing on my agenda yet so much to do.
