I have spent the night outside a few times without a tent. The first time was torture. I was a young kid at Girl Scout camp. The leaders had the wonderful idea of camping right next to a lake. I was eatten a live. I couldn't really see the stars because I was hidding in my sleeping bag away from the buzzz of blood suckers. It taught me that nature has no sympathy and though we are high on the food chain, we can still be tastey.
At Ozark Avalon Church of Nature, I and several others decided to sleep around the harvest festival fire after the ritual was over. All I had was a blanket. That resulted in a OBE where I encounted a fae.
I would like to go back to the desert sometime and sleep by a fire. The last time I traveled through New Mexico I slept in the tent because we were on a meza and it was very windy. I would love to lay by the fire looking at the endless sky.
Speaking of Garden of the Gods, I really miss it. Full moon walks there are like going through a labrynth and being led by your instincts. It forces you to rely on the subtle changes in the sound of wind and footfall to know when you'll be jumping a chasm, which along the main paths are deep but not very wide. That walk turned into somewhat of a trial of trust for me and several of my friends.
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