Sometimes we settle for whatever site number we can get and if your lucky you arrive just in time to get camp site #31.
It is a place that brings back memories. Simple memories of my family. Playing in the river, walking to the big rock and throwing peanut shells in the fire.
My parents raised my brother and I right. They shared their love for the outdoors and the easy going ways of spending time with one another around the fire. I am forever grateful.
It was a great weekend for the kids. They got to spend three nights camping with grandma and grandpa. They went into town, went rock climbing, road out a thunder store in the tent and spent hours in the lake. Grace and Emmit will know always be looking forward to their weekend camping trip with their grandparents.
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Wow, Nicole, I hope my computer dons't out with the tears rolling down my face.......truth be told your kids took us camping, reminding us of the simple things in life and just the breath in the good mountain air. Mom and I were brought to tears almost every night with pride and joy. We had had always talked about the time when we would bring our grand kids to the place we had raised you and your brother, with the simple values of life to to have fun, cry, breath in the mountain air and to take that dip into the cold water of life, even if you know it's going hurt a little......Your kids were rock stars the whole weekend long, mom and did not change a thing. what fun and what PRIDE!!!!To sleep in the "mountain" tent with Emmit was a threshold I had dreamed about all of my life. Grace and I talked about Everest, Mom and I are still at Camp site 31 in our minds. Thank You.
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