Here is a little something that I wrote on my way back from Pukaskwa National Park a couple of days ago.

Please sir, I want some more…


It’s amazing how accustomed we become to what we consider basics. Food on demand, a roof over our heads, a safe warm place to sleep. We forget to be thankful for these things until for a time, however short, we are without them.
Making our way home from Pukaskwa in the driving rain makes me thankful that we came off trail last night instead of later this afternoon as planned. Had we stuck to the original plan, we’d have slept in the rain and awoken to a downpour. We’d be huddled under a tarp in temperatures not too far above freezing and eating oatmeal…again. We’d put on slightly damp gear and head out with heavy packs for a long days hike.
Instead we are warm and dry inside our Jeep in search of bacon and eggs and an inviting diner. We are not swatting away black flies or concerned about bears. We are anticipating heavily sweetened coffee and cell phone service.
I hope that this feeling of utter unabashed gratitude doesn’t fade too quickly. It’s good to recognize our blessings while we’ve got them and not have to wait until they’re gone to lament what we’ve lost.


7 responses to this post.

  1. After reading all your posts about Pukaskwa National Park, I still have no idea how to pronounce it properly 🙂


  2. In the summer, I’m always grateful for ICE COLD water! Don’t get me wrong, warm lake tasting water should be available in all convenience stores across Canada, but the first tall glass, filled to the brim with ice cold water is high on my list.


    • I agree 100%! Ice water is at the top of my list in the summer. Luckily water from lake Superior in May is so cold it hurts your teeth 🙂


    • I agree 100%! Ice water is at the top of my list in the summer. Luckily water from lake Superior in May is so cold it hurts your teeth 🙂

      Sent from my iPhone


  3. I appreciate how the rugged, dirty, uncomfortable side of the outdoors makes me so appreciative of what I do have. On longer treks (2-3 weeks), I find I even start to forget or care about how those comforts feel. It’s like the longer we spend outside, the less we feel those needs beyond the basic. But even shorter trips can have this effect. Just one more reason for getting out there!


    • I know exactly what you mean. All “normal” rules out the window. I sit in the dirt and eat my food whether there is a bug stuck to it or not. I no longer notice the sand in my socks or the damp wad of clothing that I’m using for a pillow. I’m just happy that I’ve managed to squish most of the bugs in the tent before I lay down hours earlier than I would at home. And I’m happy to do it 🙂


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