When I was a teen Mom and Dad would load up the station wagon and all 7 of us kids and head to the Colorado Mountains for 2 weeks of roughing it. There was no piped in water, electricity or luxuries. We would bathe in the ice cold creek, cook on the campfire or camp stove and spend each glorious day playing, hiking and hanging out. There were no Game Boys, MP3 players, portable DVD players; just 6 brothers and sisters to spend the day with and from time to time our good friends and neighbors, the Smiths would come too.
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.
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.”
6 comments:
Now that sounds like the prefect camping trip!!!!
mom,
ur so wonderful and i love to read your blogs! have a great and wonderful day that God has blessed you with :)
hugs and kisses,
your loving daughter *kekkah
Mike,
When we were kids we always had fun together.
Kekkah, right back at you....u r pretty special, and I didn't even have to hit you in the head with a brick to make you that way. - Mom
Monalea
Monalea,
I can't wait until my boys are older and my wife and I can take them on a camping trip to the mountains. Camp in a tent, with camp fire, roasted marshmellows, and camp fire songs and stories. It sounds so fun. Man I can't wait!
I love hearing stories like this and thinking back to my own. If you do this kind of thing today then you are considered odd. Thanks for reminding me and encouraging me to continue to be the odd one. Those are much more precious than Nintendo scores.
Kathy
Preacherman, I enjoyed camping so much when I was young. But as you can tell with my next blogs things have changed, or maybe I have changed.
Kathy, I wish more parents realized the good times that are missed become of electronics.
Monalea
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