Thursday night I was scheduled for the nightly campfire program. I tell a Native American story about Old Clay Man and Old Clay Woman teaching the Ancestral Puebloan people how to make clay pots.
After roving the campground to invite visitors to the program I walked to the campground amphitheater wondering if I would actually build a fire. And would there would be any wood in our shed?
Imagine my surprise when the wood was completely laid out and ready to light. I thought maybe the previous night’s Ranger had not lit the fire. Or maybe the forest elves were looking after me.
Then I noticed a bouquet of wildflowers in a styrofoam cup with a piece of folded paper underneath.
I smiled and felt tingly all over. Then lit the fire and shared this gift with the attending visitors. Thank you secret campers.