A month is a long time to be away from home, but that was the original plan. It's now been three weeks. We have covered something like 3,000 miles, and had an incredible trip, so far. But ... The Man and I are considering making the homeward turn earlier than planned. It's not a settled matter yet. We'll hem and haw and all those things before a final decision is made. And, in the meantime, I will linger over the memory of the one and only campfire we've had on this trip, because I know, soon enough, we'll be heading south, and I know it's still hot as a firecracker in Texas, and a fire will be the last thing I'll want to see. But, for now, the memory rests easy on my mind.
This post is part of the weekly series, "Tuesdays Unwrapped."