The Joy of Camping

A self-discovery

Epic picture taken from my friend E. during my one and only backcountry camping trip at the Strathcona National Park

My first experience sleeping in a tent was when I was 8 or 9 years old. We lived in a remote village in the French Alps, and my parents had purchased an old sheepfold in the mountain built at least 200 years ago. As my parents spent most of their free time renovating the main part of the house, they set up a large tent for us four kids, my three brothers and I.