Friday, March 31, 2017
My first camping experience
When I was nine years old (1954), my mother and I took a trip to Northern Michigan. We traveled in a big Nash Rambler which was more like a tank than a car. Our first night out, rather than stop at a motel, Mom decided to "camp" in a rest area - in the car. We settled in for the night, Mom slept on the front seat and I was on the back. Sometime in the middle of the night, a motorcycle group pulled into the parking lot near us. Mom just sat up, started the car and drove on to the next rest area and we finished our first night of camping there. From that time till now, I've had many, many camping experiences and my love for camping began in a huge Nash Rambler, in a rest area, in Northern Michigan. Onward and upward.
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Love this story! Remember when we slept in the van while camping and you put some boards across the front seats for my bed? :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Anna for being the first person to leave a comment on my new blog - you are now my favorite! Was that the grey van when we went to Ohio to the Black Swamp music festival?
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