There was a time not too long ago when we used to make an annual pilgrimage to a very special place. This year I decided I would squeeze in a daytrip to revisit my soul-refreshing retreat.
Manning Park has not changed much in the last 20 years. I remember the first time we camped out, we were totally ill-equipped. One tent, two canned food, three hours of driving, four people, against the elements. We didn’t get much sleep that first time because, we had not anticipated the cold evenings.
This time round, we brought some friends who have not experienced the serenity of Lightning Lake and the surrounding mountain range. 
Manning Park has not changed much in the last 20 years. I remember the first time we camped out, we were totally ill-equipped. One tent, two canned food, three hours of driving, four people, against the elements. We didn’t get much sleep that first time because, we had not anticipated the cold evenings.
This time round, we brought some friends who have not experienced the serenity of Lightning Lake and the surrounding mountain range. I had prepared my two young friends to expect some local inhabitants, and they weren’t disappointed when we got there.
The excitement of two young girls trying to hand feed wild squirrels ended up more like a game of tag. This was a great time to introduce the virtue of patience and restraint to
the young ones.
the young ones.
Initially, they couldn’t sit still for long, but when all else failed, they tried patience.
One hour of sitting and waiting just for one successful attempt at hand feeding those critters must be the sweetest lesson on patience ever!
Good things come to those who wait!
Good things come to those who wait! 
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