alone on the temperance river
Dave and I have been camping up north for as long as I can remember being with him. Each rustic road, each trail is riddled with memories of this trip or that, with these friends or those, often just the two of us. The national forest campground on the Temperance River still remains my favorite despite the fact that it has been over ten years since we've camped overnight. Every year that we go up north to visit, we stop at this deserted campground and confer with the river who has so very much to share with us. The bubbles and gurgles of the river rushing in the spring to the quiet yet forceful flow of autumn have drawn me back year after year even if for just the afternoon.