Echoes of the Camp
An hour into their trek, Monica’s sharp eye caught the glint of metal among the reeds. “Over here,” she signaled. They stumbled upon a scattered array of gear: a rusted lantern, a frayed sleeping bag, and a cooler weathered by the elements.
The campsite, if one could still call it that, was a ghostly echo of laughter and stories, now silent. As they sifted through the remnants, Jason jotted down notes, the historian of this unexpected expedition, documenting every piece of the past left to the mercy of time and tide.