I love camping

We have had our camper for about a month now, and I realize that I really love camping.


I think I like camping because of the fond memories I have of my grandparents when I was a kid. I remember riding in the truck camper with my grandmother, siblings, and cousins as we drove to the camping area.

When we got to our destination we would set up camp— the guys (my dad, brother, and uncles) would stay in tents while the girls and my grandparents would sleep in the camper. My cousin and I always had the bunk over the truck cab.

I remember the campfire and all of us enjoying time together. During the day my cousin and I would wander around the woods pretending to hunt for wildlife. Each camping trip was a different adventure!

My camping adventures now are not quite the same as when I was a kid, but it’s still an adventure. I love the feeling of being in the woods—seeing new sites and finding new things.

Just today, I saw a cluster of bright orange mushrooms.

ImageI also took a picture of a dragonfly.


As I hear all the insects at night, Psalm 8:3-4 comes to mind, “When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers— the moon and the stars you set in place— what are mere mortals that you should think about them, human beings that you should care for them?”

Copyright © 2013 Dr. M. Teresa Trascritti

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