Keigley CAMPaign: Central, South Carolina

If you stay at one campsite long enough without day hikes planned

and you aren’t propped up beside a stream or a lake

and all you have is

earth

and sun

and grass

and one another

and

time,

sweet time,

something lovely happens.

You get silly.

You get relaxed.

You play games and you make up somethings out of nothings.

Those are absolutely some of my favorite moments.

Such as this.

Nightfall.

Chairs pulled up around the blazing fire

and quiet talk.

Littlest sitting in big sister’s lap

and the kids having conversations with the sparks from the fire.

Chatting to the tiny red blazes drifting into space.

Congratulating the brightest sparks on their upward flight and mobility.

“Good job, Frederica.”

Anakin. Luke. Darth Vader. (A theme.)

And then this,

“Way to go Carl Rehnquist.”

Who is that?

No, please don’t google it.

And don’t tell me to do the same.

I’ve refrained all these days from doing just that.

Is Carl Rehnquist a real person I should know?

Where has my seven year old son heard his name?