Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Memories of Camping

When I was little, we used to spend several summer weekends at a campsite in Westfield, Vermont. On the corner of the campsite was a general store where, when we had arrived and my childish energy knew no bounds, my father would give me a quarter and I would run to buy myself an Eskimo sandwich. Naturally, this must have bought my parents time to set up camp. My other sisters and I would shed our clothes (we had put on our bathing suits underneath), grab a towel, and follow the dirt road up the hill to the natural pool in the woods. On our way we would encounter other kids on their bikes, without helmets, barefoot and with towels around their necks. We would all return later, hungry and pleasantly exhausted, our bathing suits stained green from the moss and slime that grows on rocks in moist northern environs.

My father grilled hotdogs and hamburgers -- nothing fancy like today's gourmet grillers. My sisters and I would hang out with the Paxton boys, the sons of the family that owned the campsite. They would tell us scary ghost stories well into the wee hours, and I became convinced that the bridge on the grounds was haunted and I would not survive traversing it alone.

Every morning, my father would get up early to cook bacon and eggs on the fire. We would then go for a walk, the two of us alone. He would stoop down to point out chipmunks or interesting birds to me, and stop to light a cigarette from time to time. He was so handsome in those days, wearing a hat, and his skin turning brown in the sun. I haven't been camping since I was about ten years old, and wow do I miss it.

Do you have fond childhood memories of camping?


Pigtown-Design said...

not really camping, but the first couple of days opening our cabin on lake memphramegog in vermont. it was about as close to camping as our family got!

Rita Finn said...

Really?? You had a camp on Lake Memphramagog? My hometown? I hope you have amazing memories of the place!

Lupine said...

HeeHee! I remember the time we went up to the third pool and slid down that slippery rock several times with the Paxmen boys and the denim on the seat of our shorts wore off showing our pink, yellow or blue rosebud panties. LOL! I still laugh when I think of that! Oh! Remember Dad helping us build a dam so we had a little swimming hole right by our camper? I miss camping terribly and Louis and I are looking into campers lately.

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