52 Ancestors Week 20 - Nature
When I was living in California, my ex in-laws loved to go camping. They would leave either Thursday or early Friday and go up to the mountains, and we would follow them Friday after work.
You need to know that I am the last person you would think would love to go camping. I like the finer things in life - like a toilet and bathtub. Ona and Bob had a beautiful very large 5th wheel. We had the top of the line tent. Big enough to fit two adults and an adolescent boy, who didn't really want to be there. We didn't sleep on the ground - oh no - not us. We slept on cots. And Ona crocheted afghans for us, so we would be warm. Every weekend we would trek up the mountain and spend our time - the boys fishing, Ona and I crocheting and cooking - then cleaning up. My son complaining that he didn't want to be there. Sunday's we would rush home. Oh - and I forgot to tell you that I had a side job, doing medical transcriptions for a Doctor. Since I lost three days (a weekend) because we enjoyed ourselves camping, I had to hurry when we got home, cook supper, get all of the clothes clean, and type as much transcription as I could, so I wouldn't be so far behind.
I guess my ex-husband finally got the hint. After that first year of laying out in the rain and the cold, we went shopping for a 5th Wheel. We ended up with a very nice 35' one. And I made sure it had a bathtub. I also made sure I was able to hook up my electric typewriter. (Is this dating me a little).
After that - camping under God's beautiful Moon in the great mountains of California was a lot more fun. I think my son even enjoyed it more. He had his own bunk room in the camper.
So this nature lover enjoyed the next five years of camping until I moved back to Illinois.