Last week marked a very memorable event for Greg and me -- camping with my son Josh and grandson Simon at Emily Lake in the Chequamegon National Forest near Woodruff-Minocqua. Greg remembers camping there with his family in the early 1960s when George (whose birthday would be today) and Barb would pack up the kids and drive up for a few weeks from Ames, Iowa. Now, fifty years later we spent a few nights in the same spot -- with tents, water from a pump, an outdoor privy, and no electricity.
As Josh looked up from his Blackberry (sending a photo and update to Brenda and Sam at home), he asked Greg "What was it like here 50 years ago?" Greg's answer: "Just like this!" We all had to smile when we stopped to realize that primitive campgrounds are one of the few places that don't change a whole lot. Thank goodness.
The title of your blog is perfect. Glad you took the time for this memory-maker. Perhaps it will become an annual tradition.
ReplyDeleteAnd who, exactly, constituted the fourth generation?
ReplyDeleteJake brings up a fine point. Are you referring to past generations once there, or are you just bad at math?
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This tugs at my heart and nose-nothing a meal cooked on a campfire, the great outdoors and sweet earth...and of course the eau d'privy.
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