Peace on Earth

This place known so puff up to me never fails to uplift my spirits after the annual visit my family and I demand over summer. The crisp wind and the scent of nature seem to attract a spell on campers, relaxing and relieving them of stress. Tellico Plains, Tennessee might very well be my peace on Earth. I love escaping from the malicious achieve of modern day technology and taking a leap into the wild, with a breath of fresh air to clear my compass point. It is absolutely rejuvenating to come to this township and live with no connections to the World for a week.Two hours up the narrow, winding, gravel caterpillar track spiraling the mountain, we veer to the right at Big Oak Campsite. The soda of the tire treads on the gravel sends warm waves through my body I know we have arrived. Immediately I venture to the freshwater decant crafted from the melting ice off the higher altitude mountains. Due to how inviting it seems, I hop across the slippery stones to the infamous Old Fa ithful rock, which is average a good trout fishing spot. Standing here I see my surroundings, which blow my mind. The lush forest filled with oak, pine, maple, and ever color trees is so prevalent over me and I know it, still I am ok with it.The stream is relatively narrow, all spanning about 20 ft in width. Rocks of all sizes poke out the surface of the water and electric green moss grows thick on each one. They serve as my stepping stones back to the bank. The Coleman camper we make behind the car is old and smells musty every year, but it doesnt phase me at all. We wench the pop top up and pull out the beds, make them up and sweep the linoleum flooring before we go any further in setting up camp, the last touch to the camper being a floor snap just inside the door.By this time, the sun is setting and the fireflies ar flourishing. Everywhere you look you see a spark of yellow-green light on the assume. Its almost impossible to refrain from getting up to attempt to emerge ncy one, so I get up every time. Creeping up slowly with a jar in one hand, lid in the other, I zoom my vision to the vicinity around me, wait for the develop of the insect to light up, and snatch him up inside the jar. It is likely, too, that I move on to the next nearest light I see and act again to catch a critter, and in the process lose the send-off one I caught, leaving me with none.The creaking of the Coleman coolers filled with ice, cold cokes, gentle tea, bacon, eggs, and the most delicious chocolate milk in the World makes my eyeball light up. It just gives me that feeling of lightness like there are no worries here. It has nothing to do with the fact that it is a cooler, but more so the amount of times I have heard the sound, only here. As the temperature drops low at night, a fire is needed to aliveness warm. Mom usually takes the initiative to get the fire going. The teepee of logs low stuffed with newspapers and twigs burns slow and hot, and makes a mean smore. Appetite satisfied, exhausted from the trip, the pull out mattress looks ever so inviting. I grab my toothbrush and go to the water cooler to brush my teeth and wash my face. After cleaned up, its PJ time. Then I lay myself down, pull the covers up to my chin and meet myself in. As I lie here, I can honestly tell apart I feel numb to the World. The rushing of the stream plays in my head like music and puts me in a magical spell a trance that no other place could ever measure up to doing. on that point really is peace on Earth, unfortunately you have to find it.