Day 3,967
Some locations seem to have a magnetic pull on our souls. Maybe our souls are in just a little better alignment as a result of the place. Regardless the reason, I’m ecstatic to be camping in Pike’s Peak in Iowa.
It’s not the biggest, boldest, or most popular area, but every time I’ve been here I’ve created wonderful memories. Once alone, several times with various combinations of my family. Each time we invariably find ourselves alone in the woods, cresting the bluff ridges overlooking the confluence of the Mississippi and Wisconsin Rivers. First Nations people’s mounds are found woven into the terrain adding a layer of human history atop the geological. The woods are old and hearty, large trees to be found everywhere. Wildlife awaits in the woods, so many birds, deer, squirrels, and signs and tracks of others.
Tomorrow my intent is to hike all the miles of trails in the park, starting pre-sunrise so we’re atop the ridge as the sun starts to poke out. No worries of time, only enjoyment and the sensation of being lost in nature.
Preparing by sleeping in the camper van makes it all the more awesome.
This is where my soul so easily finds solace, where presence is plentiful, and my heart erupts with joy.
Thanks!!!


