Saturday, January 26, 2013
The winter is a long, long gray season that lasts from the last camping trip to the first camping trip in many campers lives. They spend their time staring out the window, longing for the carefree days surrounding a camp fire, enjoying the fellowship of other campers.
About the same time I discovered blogland and all of you RV'ers, I found glampers.... Groups of women (some groups have men members too) who honor their independent spirit and celebrate their inner desire to explore and have fun. They have found great little bargains on the internet and in fields and barns of rural USA, Once decorated in a theme that suits their wildest dreams they go forth into the world to camp and recreate. I belong to a number of on line groups and forums and there is an endless stream of idea, glamped trailers, wild women and a few brave men to learn from.
The latest group that started is called Camping@Home. It suits the likes of these campers who dream of life of camping or living on the road but who are still tied to home. So this latest group celebrates the wonders of small space living and when time is not available get away to a remote spot they slip away to the privacy of their 'little home' and replenish their spirit and dream away.
To such a and end, today is the first monthly virtual meet up of the Camping at Home group.
The weather is cold, cloudy and has been raining off and on today.
That certainly has not put a damper on my memories or dreams.
It bring me back to my beginning of camping. Today is my Mom's birthday. She would have been 81 today. When I was a kid, we had a huge, three room tent and spent many summers camped on Beautiful Priest Lake in Northern Idaho. She prepped a wonderful spot, raked it daily and set up a camp complete with wildflower bouquets . I gather wild huckleberries for huckleberry pancakes and hikes trails along creeks and later in the afternoon cooled off in the chilly lake. I bought my trailer after my Mom's passing so she never had the opportunity to come with me as my Auntie has but I celebrate on this day all the camping memories we did share. So many memories.
Ahhh, the things dreams are made of.