The night comes alive when you let your voice and imagination lead you—and your rapt audience—somewhere surprising though campfire tales.
One September a few years ago, when my daughters were five and seven, we went rafting down the Green River. On the last night, as we had all the previous nights, we built a small campfire on a sandbar. It was the last day of summer, and we’d spontaneously decided to stay on the river for an extra night, camping on a beach so pearly and fine it seemed impossible that we were in the desert… read more >
