Camping and all it entails brings back memories that, for me, are almost sacred. A family bonding that makes one yearn for those days of young children and the camp routine. I recall sitting out early, before the others have awakened. The camps around are quiet but for the other early risers. I would find the first glimmer of sunshine rising over a crest and sit in it for warmth, color and smoke my briar, Emma my Lab at my side. Soon the French Toast & Bacon would be consumed and the day would be filled with the sounds of families, dogs barking, fishing and family time.
Recently, my kids were squabbling more than the usual brother-sister banter. I sent them each these old, faded pics to remind them of the good times and told them to behave (they are in their 20’s). Perhaps these times will be had again, but in a different way. New family members, grand children. I have visited my oldest boy’s family, camping near a lake and enjoyed their camp site. I am hopeful, almost certain, that the traditions will be carried forward in the years to come. Early Summer mornings, birds chirping, blue skies and big billowy clouds and tall trees. Fish rising and beckoning.
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our boys are just entering their thirties and my wife thought that they should have albums to memorialize their first three decades.
i’ve been tasked with scanning and editing the old photos.
as i worked i noticed that the biggest and most genuine smiles were in proximity of tents and canoes…go figure.
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