We roll into Kenneth Wilson State Park. The campground is heavily treed and we are the only ones here. The quiet is amazing. I remember how much I miss that. The calls of cardinals, nuthatches, chickadees, jays, woodpeckers and chatter of squirrels punctuate the silence. I don’t even need to leave camp to watch them. A few mosquitos buzz and annoy, I haven’t missed that. The sky grows dark and we flip out the lights for the night. Oh yeah, this is what night is supposed to look like. It is so dark that I can’t see my hands in front of my face. I’m looking forward to our time here.