My idea of Heaven

Here I am, on the ferry to Whidbey Island and my thoughts turn to childhood memories.  I realize that we came to the island so often that it felt like coming home.  Back then it was just a piece of raw land that we treated like our own private campground. Carving trails, gathering fern to sleep outside on (my bother and I), learning to stack firewood, tending bonfires. Now the land has a house and barn on it but the woods surrounding them is still wild.  The lots are big (2.5 acres) and many are still not developed.  The peace and stillness is addictive.  This summer I will again bring my tent and camp out in the side yard.  It's a little piece of heaven!