Last night I arrived in Banff and camped on my own for the first time. It was a little bit scary, to be honest. (I’m such a wimp.) I was awaken in the middle of the night by the rustling of the bag in which I keep my shoes, right outside my tent. I opened my eyes wide, convinced someone was trying to rob me, only to see a squirrel staring at me.
He took off running as soon as I moved, much more scared than I was, but he came back a few times during the night to nibble the plastic bag again, waking me up every time.
I didn’t mind.
I was doing it. I was muting the voice of my fear and camping on my own, plus I had this crazy beautiful view every time I looked out.
And that’s it.
That’s all this post is about.
How fear could’ve stopped me from waking up in a tent with this view.