It's almost still Friday where I am and I really like this topic so forgive me posting 30 minutes late. :) I LOVE camping. My family was big into camping with all five of us kids - I think my first camp trip was when I was in diapers. here in Alaska we have ample opportunity to camp and get away from it all but I've discovered that I am at a stage in my life when I do not enjoy "doing what bears do in the woods," as do-over so aptly described! SO I've modified my camping gear to include a portable, folding toilet seat on legs, and that makes me happy. I enjoy regular campgrounds but also out of the way places just off the road, to really get away from it all. Alaska is one big campground, really. I have even camped here in the city on the beach, tucked into the trees just off a trail, and it's lovely. In June and July we get so much light it is beautiful to watch the city lights, the water, and it never really gets dark, just a nice dusk for a couple of hours.
I like to camp on the beach, fish for salmon, read and write, hang out with my family and friends, make a big campfire, cook the fish and whatever else we bring (steaks, burgers, etc.) on the fire. I have some serious woodsman-type friends who will build their own shelters out of tree boughs and stuff, but I sleep in a tent with a big air mattress. We have a lot of bears too, which make me a little nervous especially when the fish are running, so I like wide beachy areas with good visibility. My favorite thing about
camping is the campfire, sleeping by running water, spending time with people, and knowing that I am alive and enjoying fresh air, and carving out my own space in a patch of rented real estate. When I go home, I make sure that nothing is left behind, only footprints, like I was never even there. Makes me really appreciate life. And I still toast marshmallows!
"You must imagine your life, and then it happens." - John Updike, The Witches of Eastwick
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