Camping at 8

My family camped a lot when I was a kid. Here are a couple of diary entries related to one of our trips:

June 22, 1991

Dear Diary,

Today I’m going camping. It’s going to be great. So I’m going to bring you. So you’ll hear lots of things. Well bye.

And the next day:

June 23, 1991

Dear Diary,

Yesterday I came here. It was a long ride but I madangd it. We saw a deer and a skunk raccoon. We set up our tent well bye. See We lookd for fire wood. We found some. Well bye now. See you tomorrow.

Nice details. I wonder else what the diary heard.

Ways I’m like my mom: love of the outdoors

My mom loves camping. We went a lot when I was growing up, mainly to places in Ohio where we would tent camp near our car. I remember being in awe of my mom’s ability to pitch a tent, start a campfire, and make delicious meals on a two burner propane stove.

Although we haven’t gone camping together in years, we have had the good fortune of visiting some of America’s most beautiful national parks recently including Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, Yosemite, and the Great Smoky Mountains. Last autumn, we visited Gatlinburg and took a short but steep hike to the top of Clingmans Dome. The views were gorgeous. While we were there, we also hiked a small section of the Appalachian Trail.

My mom really wants to take a backpacking trip along the Appalachian Trail in the Shenandoah Valley region. I’ve never gone backpacking. The prospect scares me, but I hope I’m with her when she realizes this dream.