Camp

Camp is another word that brings back extraordinary memories. Some of my camping excursions could be likened to staying at the Ritz-Carlton, without the roof over our heads, or the plush carpet under our feet! I think my buddies & I kept trying to one up each other, so our camp kept getting nicer & nicer. We had a kitchen area that was nicer than many homes of the day. Our camp cuisine was just hamburgers & hot dogs, with an occaisonal chop thrown in, but we would have all the condiments & all the side dishes to make the meals very tasty. We had nice, roomy, tents, with goose down sleeping bags, with Therma-Rest mattresses under them, & candle lanterns. Our fire pit & fire were always the nicest around, and there was always an endless supply of beverages. I had a hammock I would carry with me that was big enough for two, & I had a rain fly mounted above it. When the temperature got the least bit cool, the goose down vests, coats, & booties would come out. We camped year round, but when it got down right cold, there was a cabin in LBL that we would go to. It didn't have any glass in the windows, but we would build a roaring fire in the fire place and stay warm as toast!