Mornings begin with bird song and watching the sun rise above the hills. Fire-brewed coffee and a stroll along the nature path, pausing to take pictures of the flowers and inspect fresh tracks in the earth. Maybe a stretch in the clearing as the river ripples over the rocks. A brunch kit cooked by camp stove, and a good book read while swaying in the hammock, eagles looping overhead. In the heat of the day, walking to one end of the property and floating in the crisp, clear water all the way to the other end. The windy banks lined with flowers and beaver dams. Anchoring on the beach, soaking up the sun. Evening gathers us around the campfire, Grilling girl dinners and sometimes spilling the beans. Then snuggled in a sleeping bag, fresh air brings sound sleep.