I LOVE camping. I love the nature. I love sleeping in a tent. I love making a camp fire and watching the flames dance. I love hiking or biking the trails. It's all fun to me. All of it. I grew up peeing in the woods and finding a leaf to wipe with. Seriously.
My parents actually met and fell in love while camping in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. They did some naughty things during those few fleeting moments they had together in Jackson Hole. I know this because my dad was keeping a journal at the time. My dad had come from his home in California on a cross-country road trip with a friend, a dog, a truck and his guitar. My mom was on a camping trip specifically to Jackson Hole with friends. The dog introduced them by wandering into mom's campground. They had a good time. Dad came to Michigan on his road trip and never left. That was July, they were married in December. I don't know if that is part of why I love camping, but it's my favorite camping love story, anyway.
My parents got kicked out of a campground when we were little. With LITTLE KIDS they still got kicked out. I think it was for singing campground songs and drinking beer?? Uh, doesn't that go hand in hand with camping? They must have been naughtier than they let on... no journal to read about that trip.
Kevin and I did a lot of camping and outdoor adventures when we were together at MSU. More than we do now. I am so happy I married a man that likes to camp and be outdoors. When we introduced babies into our world we stopped camping as much. We camped once a year at Wheatland, and a few times out at my parents (in town). But I can't tell you how long it has been since we have GONE CAMPING.
Tomorrow we leave for a camping trip. We are visiting friends that have a cabin and we are staying in a campground. On hand: tent, sleeping bags, warm clothes, swimsuits, s'mores fixins and beer. Too bad I haven't learned to play guitar yet! We'll still sing....
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