For several years in a row, our summer vacation involved camping up at Mammoth Lakes. Ten days of living in a pop-up trailer with the boys in a tent. Ten days of cooking outside, watching for bears, wading in the creek, reading, hiking, playing poker and sitting around the campfire.
But the last two years, our schedules have precluded the long camp vacation. I’m feeling nostalgic, so here are some of my favorite memories.
I miss it.
Wading in the creek was a great way to cool down from a hike. Then again, the hammocks were also a great way to cool down – to read, or sneak a nap.
We had three hammocks, strategically placed around the campsite. Marvelous! But one of the best parts of camping was wandering along the creek, and finding pockets of enchantment, like this one.
I can’t show you the part that I love about camping, which is all the stars at night. So here’s a picture of the campfire, and how we spent hours. I am the acknowledged Fire Maven, and fiddling with the fire is my specialty.
Here’s the interior of the pop-up. Tim’s reading again, naturally. I think this summer we were into the Robert Jordan series of books.
But the best part of camping? I didn’t care how I looked. As long as I was cool enough/warm enough, I was all shades of happy.
Quick weekend retreats to the boat in San Diego are totally awesome and they do the job of recharging my spirit, but oh, I do miss the mountains.
What’s your favorite vacation spot that you’ve been to? Where would you like to go but haven’t been yet?
Until the next time, cheers!
I miss mountain/lake/creek camping, too. Don’t know if I will ever do it again, so enjoyed the vicarious trip. Thanks!
I just returned home from a cross-country road trip wrapped around the RWA convention. Fun, but tiiiiring!!! Your post has sold me. Next year…lake trip. 🙂
One of my favorite places is Lake Tahoe. We rented a cabin a few times and it was heaven. The lake was super cold, though!
I love all your pictures. Takes me back to when I was a kid and we’d go camping with out truck/camper. My parents kicked us out of the truck, too. We didn’t mind. as long as the ground was soft enough we’d sleep pretty much anywhere. Now that I’m older, I like a bed beneath me each night. 🙂