I got all involved watching the Olympics’ Opening Ceremony — actually watched the whole 4-1/2 hours! — and am sliding in under the wire (in my time zone!) in getting this posted on Friday ;-).
(Boy, aren’t those stylish early-90′s shorts flattering to a curvy gal’s figure! :::snort:::)
When my hubby and I were first dating and married, we liked to go camping at this tiny little camping spot an hour-ish from where we lived. This camping spot was a hidden treasure we’d been turned on to by his aunt and uncle. It was tucked away not far behind an older couple’s home, in a beautiful, tree-y, rural area — a very nice juxtaposition from The Big City.
The camping area had some hook-ups for travel trailers, a nice set of showers and restrooms, and you could tent-camp anywhere it was grassy (basically that meant you were nearish the pond). You paid your camping fee on the honor system — if the owners were out of town, you left your cash in an envelope in a mailbox on their back porch.
When they were in town, the husband would come down to the pond to feed the catfish — he’d bang on the back of a metal pan and the catfish would come to the surface, ready to be fed! It was pretty funny to watch.
Hubby would fish and fish and fish some more and maybe catch a nap. I read and napped and read and napped (oh my goodness, did I used to nap back in the day!!) . . . and, as you can see above, I sometimes fished ;-). I don’t like putting the bait on the hook, or taking the fish off the hook, but otherwise I have a great fondness for the zen that comes with fishing.
Our camping adventures are still pretty low-key: hubby and kiddo fish and go on walks, I read and stitch, we break out the handheld games/MP3 players and cards and board games, we roast marshmallows and hang out by the campfire, and, yep, two out of three of us nap ;-).
I prefer to cabin-camp these day. The cabins at the park at which we love to camp are in the process of being renovated, so we haven’t been camping in almost two years. I miss it. Hopefully those cabin reno’s will be finished this year so we can squeeze in a camping trip during that small window of time we label as “Fall”.