Sometimes we would coax Mom and Dad to join in our fun and with rope in hand; we would play cowboys and Indians. Another time we decorated a fur tree with bits of odds and ends found on the forest floor and then celebrated Christmas in July giving each other special gifts that we also found.
We would sing around the camp fire, roast marshmallows, dine on stew and play silly games. The two weeks would pass in what felt like a matter of minutes and then we would pack up and head home.
Those were wonderful times that can never be recaptured. From time to time the family gets together and reminisces about our summer camping trips and each adds a different perspective that was missed when we were children.
Psalms 95:4 “In his hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountain peaks belong to him.”