Last weekend me camped again, this time at a new to us campground in upper NH. We were literally a stone's throw from VT. It was a peaceful little mom and pop operation, yet in an ironic twist the owner is from the city we live in. I did not know this at the time and there were as a result, 30 folks from our city up there for a family reunion! Truly our world is smaller than we realize!
We spent Saturday at the kids favorite theme park (we have season passes) and then late Saturday afternoon headed to the pool. There KC and Lissa made friends with two little girls and I started chatting with their dad. We all got really friendly and have exchanged emails and phone numbers as they have family not far from us and visit down in our area often. (they were not part of the reunion crowd and actually live in NH)
After supper, we all played with the glow sticks that I brought, and the large grassy field lent itself to raucous games of chase. When it was time to settle a bit, everyone, including the new friends came down to our tent site for a campfire. The dad is new to camping and learned about smores and mystical fire that night!
We also found a cafe where we had breakfast. A ymmy breakfast, too! One of the fun things we do when we camp in a new locale is to try and find a small place to eat a breakfast or a lunch. Nothing y pricey but something that is not a chain. I have nothing against Subw*y and such, but truly there is nothing like finding a cool place that is owned and operated by a person with creativity and good cooking skills. Rob is usually the guy I put this challenge to, as he aspires to a culinary career. He has not steered us wrong yet and the Moon Beam Cafe was stellar. (if you will pardon the celestial pun!)
As is our norm, the weather was rainy the night we arrived--we literally got our tent up seconds before a downpour. Then it was cloudy on Saturday and gorgeous on Sunday when we had to depart. But we are way past letting rain or clouds bother us.
I don't know whether it is knowing that this may well be the last year Rob will come with us--at least at this level of camping. Or if it is needing a mental break from harsh realities of our world, but we have escaped to campsites around new england more this year than ever before. WE have made wonderful memories, deepend old friendships and made new ones. Under gleaming stars with fires warm glow, the hatred of Ferguson MO seems far away. The threat of another war on the horizon can be pushed into the farther reaches of my mind. We laugh. We sing and tell stories. Because at the core of who I am I believe that these experiences are a foundation that will help my kids successfully face adversity and remember how to find peace when their spirits need it. Which is why my spare bedroom is still filled with camping gear, as we leave again on Thursday for our traditional Labor Day weekend campout at the ocean!