We had an amazing, clear evening for our night camping at Scott Creek in Olympic National Park. The sun slowly set and our beach world turned orange and charcoal. Gradually the orange faded, the moon rose, and the the stars twinkled to life little by little. I woke up around 3 am (because who sleeps soundly in a tent?) and opened my eyes to millions of bright stars above me and the lullaby of the ocean waves.
In a few months I won’t remember the annoyances of being a little extra tired after returning from a quick weekend adventure, or scrubbing my muddy, sandy boots, or trying to wash the smell of campfire from my hair. Waking up under a spectacular night sky, with millions of bright stars towering over me—that memory I will keep for a long time.