We just came back from camping in one of my favorite places, Ithaca, NY. I LOVE camping. I love the sound of the tent zipper, I love making a campfire in the morning and coffee on the camp stove. I love how friendly other campers are, how dirty you get, how even a trip to the bath house can be an adventure with insects and animals.
We had a skunk visit our site at 4am one morning and regular chipmunk guests. We sat around the picnic table playing cards, Henry made popcorn over the fire and one night I made a dinner of fresh tuna steaks cooked in the coals (in foil packets with onions, lemon and cilantro) and Chris and I shared a bottle of wine (and we tried to put the kids to bed in their tents early!)
We've been staying at Robert Treman State Park for about 6 years now. My parents were the ones who found it first and two summers ago we rented cabins with them for a week. The trails through the gorges and woods are just beautiful for hiking and the waterfall at Enfield Glen (where we camped) is usually open for swimming. Chris thinks it's the best swimming spot around.
(Henry climbing many many steps.)
I love this book of vintage camping instructions. I feel like we're spoiled with our light nylon tents and sleeping bags. This was the first year we've ever used air-mattresses in the tents and I have to admit it definitely raised the quality of sleep! We still use tin plates and cups and real utensils (anyone who knows me knows I have a weird aversion to paper dishes) and part of family bonding time is hauling water and washing up after meals.
Gordon Lynn 1959
illustrated by Ernest Kurt Barth