Monday, August 1, 2011

A morning at the camp

Each day begins at a new location. Some more beautiful than the others. Not many more idyllic than this one, though. The water for the porrige is boiling. Enjoyed by everyone, except Christoffer, who prefers a mix of cornflakes mixed with hot chocolate. The sun casting it's first warming rays onto the weary campers. She lake glistering in the background.

Soon, the tents will be gone, trailes packed and bikes mounted. And then peace once again returns to this natural haven, almost without a memory of the five finns who stayed for the night.

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