This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Tazo® Tea. All opinions are 100% mine.
It takes about a kilometer for me to get in the groove. By then, the jingle of my bear bells relaxes me and my legs adjust to a steady pace over the rounded stones beneath me. It’s been a year since my last camping trip and my first ever solo overnight in the backcountry.
Most of what I love about hiking still holds true even though I don’t have a companion this time. The air smells fresh and the birds are still singing. The only hard part is carrying a slightly heavier pack than normal; I have no one to share the weight of a two-man tent or cooking stove. I’ve got quality gear, but every ounce counts when you have to pack it in.
I smile as I head along the coast of the Georgian Bay, so glad I decided to come. Spending time outside has always been my passion and it’s one of those days when everything feels right. The weather is perfect and I am unequivocally in my element.
Although the trail itself is lovely, I’m excited when I arrive at camp. I made it on my own and that’s reason enough to savor the moment! I start up my camp stove while setting up my tent so I can toast my little victory with Tazo® tea.
Since it’s almost sunset, I reach straight for Tazo Zen™ to add a dash of flavor. I know I want something with less caffeine than the Awake™ English Breakfast I normally pack for camping — now that I’m 30, it’s hard enough sleeping on the ground as it is. Still, I want a little zing, and the lemongrass and spearmint offers the right amount of refreshment after my hike.
My Zen tea is the perfect accompaniment to an evening on the waterfront. I lace up my boots one more time for the jaunt to the coastline. Even Mother Nature seems to think it’s a perfect night, so I sip joyfully while listening to turquoise waves crash over polished stones. A few water droplets hit my skin as if the bay is beckoning me to come closer. Instead, I cozy up on a rock with my trusty travel mug, enthralled by the views.
The sky stays brilliant even under fading light and all my senses are delighted. My trip to Bruce Peninsula is everything I wanted it to be.
How do you observe life’s little victories?
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