My memories are from childhood and wonderful they are - not the faded adult type so similar to that senior prom corsage crushed between the pages of well loved poetry book, but fresh and brilliantly colored they way only a child can see. Aaaa....
Actually, we camped because we were always broke. A family of six living on a ditch digger's income can afford only so much gas, entrance fees and food, but who cared? We kids were totally unaware that we danced on the edge of poverty. Camping and the love of nature was the greatest gift our struggling parents gave us. Bless them. Every time we venture out, they are with us.
Love camping.
Love out trailer.
Camp on,
Sue