The quiet mouse

Yes, that’s what I said. It’s something that not a lot of people think about. It’s something that honestly makes people uncomfortable.

It doesn’t phase me at all.

See I grew up camping in the middle of nowhere in a podunk town that you literally blinked and missed it.

I grew up camping along a river.

I grew up fishing.

I grew up catching crawdads and somehow finding snapping turtles while swimming. That’s a story for another day.

I grew up camping at two campgrounds along the same river but different sides of it.

I was there last weekend and I still struggle a bit with seeing the water coming down the river. I don’t know it just feels wrong.

I used an outhouse all weekend. It’s honestly a portable outhouse. Not like the brick building ones at the other campground. The brick ones were sturdy and had more room to move around in them. The only downside of the brick ones were the groundhogs. They would go in and chew on the seats and benches.

Im a bit of a hillbilly girl. I would run barefoot if you let me. My hometown floods occasionally. I’m not the least anxious about it when the water starts to rise. Growing up beside a river that went over it’s banks during storms doesn’t worry me. I’m just smart enough to not get near the water. You don’t know what is lurking in it when it’s raging along.

I love being at the camper. I can sit and relax and honestly get some quiet time in.

It’s a great time to sit and pray. To get yourself calm and ready to meet the day headon.