Alas, My Camping Days Are Over--But My Memories Are Still Fresh
What brought on this topic, you ask? This past week our church family, which includes several of my relatives, camped out in the mountains. There are several wonderful campgrounds not too far from where we live--once you've driven the winding road to get there. I know they had a wonderful time. Was I envious? Of the fellowship and the good food, yes. Of sleeping on the ground in a tent with no shower or real bathroom, absolutely not. No, I'm not above all that--did it plenty years ago. My old bones would rebel--and making numerous trips to an outhouse in the dark in a place inhabited by bears no longer appeals. Over the years, I've done all sorts of camping. As a kid, I tent camped with my family three weeks at a time at Bass Lake. The food wasn't wonderful--my dad cooked and he liked to throw everything together in the frying pan. Sometimes it was edible, at others, not so much. When I was a Camp Fire Girls leader, we tent camped a lot--in the mount...