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Monday, August 1, 2011

Lot of home camp

state flower the Sego Lilly

Well as you folks may know I went camping. It started out as a quick fishing trip and picnic. My son and his family had been camping at the Weber Veteran’s Memorial camp grounds up Ogden canyon. They could only stay there a week and they had to move to one of the other camp ground down the canyon farther away from the dam or manmade lake, the other camp ground are federal camp ground  and my senior pass would give them a 50% discount on the camp site. One catch I or my wife had to stay with them in the camp.

 Well it did not take any arm twisting to get me or my wife to stay , but the old man (that’s me) had thing to do back down town. Seeing the doctors and taking care of the dog and other things. So I went back to town and seen the doctor got some new hearing aids a load up my camping gear and went back up for a seven day of camping and fishing.

As I settled into the camping and fishing and watched my kids and grand kids play, explore and discover the world as I did so many years ago. I could see myself, granddad, dad, mom, brothers and sister playing in the same old place it was just home. Only now I am the grandpa now but there was some magic a foot here. I was not up there when the kids move camp they move down the south fork of the Ogden river camp grounds. Of the fifty or so camp site to chose from they pick the one that was my granddads favorite. This was the first time they had ever camp at or been this camp ground. I was a little surprise to be at that home again.

My grand kid had to show the jungle maze of trail through the hawthorn a scrub oak a cool place to hide from the sun and explore. I could not find a way to tell them I knew each trail and had made some of them when I was their age. That evening the grand kids’ fasces washed and put to bed I sat there and looked into the ashes of the camp fire the thought of ashes to ashes came to mind. Four generations have camp here in this spot I could feel the present of my grandparents’ father, brother, sister, aunt and uncle that have passed on and that have camped there long ago.

 I don’t think we should have washed the kids’ faces and hands that dirt was just the love and kisses of the generations pasted.  
Oh! cool muddy water bath ha! ha!

As soon as my daughter-in-law gets the picture uploaded I will be sharing some of our fun with you. Of the many camping trips I have taken over the years this is a special one to remember. I don’t know why just maybe it was getting in touch with my youth or just a family gathering. Oh! cool muddy water bath ha! ha!

 Thank you for stopping by and God Bless.


Mari Sterling Wilbur said...

Yes, that must have been a magical place for you! I love your comment " I don’t think we should have washed the kids’ faces and hands that dirt was just the love and kisses of the generations pasted. " Pure poetry right there! Lovely photos - can't wait to see the rest of them. Glad you had such a wonderful time.

Anonymous said...

I'm so happy that you had to chance to get away and have some fun! I hope you have some pictures of that ten-foot trout you caught! ;p

Bongo said...

Sounds like a magical time for you...I'm glad you had that time and hope you can do it again soon... thank you for sharing your experience with us.....As always...XOXOXOXO

Alpana Jaiswal said...

I am happy u had a great family the pictures too..

Rimly said...

That must have been a wonderful experience for you Roy, reminiscing about the past, contemplating about life and enjoying the moments with your family. God bless you.

sulekkha said...

Roy, you sound like you had a lot of fun and I am sure that you will be regaling us with your camp stories and poems now. Waiting for them, god bless.

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