There is something about pulling your car up to a camp site. Unpacking your tent and the struggle to build it. Lifting the cooler filled with your food for the next couple days. There is a wonder in your eye to see what you will find surrounding your campsite. It brings you closer to not only the outdoors but your family.We spent our day exploring. Hiking trails and fishing. The day we arrived was cool and crisp with a slight breeze which made for tough fishing. While we might not have been fishing long, not catching anything either, the Kid says that his favorite part of the trip was in fact fishing. It makes me proud as a dad when he says that.
It tells me that he is finding a connection to the great outdoors that I had as a child. Growing up we didn’t have Facebook, Twitter, iPhones, and tablets. We had streets to rule, trees to climb, and bikes to ride.My phone died only halfway through the first day. I was spending so much time trying to capture the moment by snapping pictures with my phone and putting them up on Instagram that it didn’t take long for the battery to run out. I was thankful this happened.
It forced me to spend the time with my son and wife. There was no checking work emails. There was no responding to a funny tweet saying that our water was getting scarce. I was challenged to spend the time exploring the places around the lake. Forgetting about what was going on in the world. Just what camping is supposed to do for you.
As a teenager, I spent many weekends on camp-outs with my local Boy Scouts troop. This time it was different. This time there was no staying up late telling scary stories around the campfire. Playing a late night game of capture the flag was out of the question.
Instead, we roasted marshmallows and told the Kid stories about when mommy and daddy did different things as kids. I taught him how to skip rocks and the importance of being patient while you were fishing. It was a learning experience for him and for me.