Monday's Memory

Fish Lake
Memorial Day Weekend

2002

On our way camping at Fish Lake, Todd's truck blew a tire and he had no spare! Who drives without a spare? Well, I guess Todd did. Anyway, we piled our tents and sleeping bags into the Durango and drove on to the lake. After the tents were up, the boys went back for the rest of our stuff while the girls went to bed to get warm. It was FREEZING! The next day we went back to the truck to see about getting a tire and a very nice sheriff told us where to get a new one. Jackpot!! The town also had a great ice cream store. Kathy was a real trooper, being 6 months pregnant. I think we may have turned her against camping, though, as she has not gone since.

Camping

I have always loved to camp. I love sleeping in a tent, although I will admit that now I insist on an air mattress. I love cooking on an open fire or the camping stove, but especially a dutch oven. I love the donuts we make for breakfast. I love the time away from the crazy world; no TV, phone, or traffic. I love the time around the campfire, looking up at the stars and listening to the fire crackle. I love spending time with family and friends in the out-of-doors.

I came across this picture and it reminded me that my first camping experience was with Grandma Busby. We were on our way up to Salmon, Idaho to visit Grandpa and his carnival. We only had one night of camping and it rained on us, but it must have hit a nerve, because I've always loved it since.

Summer 1961---Grandma cooking with Mel and me watching