by Nasoosie » Mon Sep 14, 2009 3:58 pm
When it comes to housework, anybody can put me to shame! Outside, I can do a lick, but in here------unh-unh! I so hate all the householdy types of things, like laundry, dishes, vacuuming, straightening up, weeding out 'stuff', ACK!!!!
Campfire sitting has always appealed to me from the time I was a tiny little girl sitting around a fire at our old camp on the Farmington River in CT. I always got such a wonderful feeling, sitting with the grownups, singing some songs, toasting some marshmallows, and listening to the screech owls in the trees across the river. I knew right then and there that camping was the life for me, and it always has been. The day I graduated from college, I drove myself and my German Shepherd dog, Midnight, up here to the Adirondacks with my army canvas tent and whatever else I figured I would need to set up a camp in the woods. A good friend of mine from Boston joined me. I lived in that tent for 6 months of the year for three years before it fell apart!
I would like to know the number of the fires I have sat around over the years, and be able to recall all those campsites deep in the woods and all the people who shared those fires with me, ......many of whom are no longer alive. Some have been more memorable and spectacular than others, but all have been the best pieces of my life.
Cruppers up, I say, with a toast of a Bud Light!
Life is about learning to dance in the rainHappy travels!