Category: camping

His teachings still haunt me, following my thoughts, questioning my actions, examining my motives. They poke and stare, murmuring to themselves, at times noddin...

My tent is leaking. This always seems to happen on camping trips – Jasper or Judea, makes no difference. I can’t sleep, my stomach is growling too loudly. Wish ...

I’ve been camping out on the sermon’s mountWith teachings as old as the hillsThe preacher-man and his strange commandsAre enough to give me the chills But the h...