Last weekend we went camping with friends. Good friends and good coffee make for a grand weekend. And I was lucky enough to have both. I am a tent camper--which appears to be a declining form of camping as I saw RV's everywhere but very few tents (except those doing duty as overflow for the RV folks) I find this interesting as to me, an RV feels like I am a hermit crab, carrying my house along with me. I enjoy the freedom of choosing minimal essentials and making it work for the time we are there. I usually forget something--the only thing that would ever cause panic would be the coffee pot! The pot above has camped with me for more years than I dare to count. It was falling apart til I had to lend it to my friend this weekend and he fixed it before returning it to me. Clever guy can fix anything. But, I was able to fix their caffeine deprivation because I had an old fashioned perk pot and they had a Keurig and the electricity at the campground went out! Old school to the rescue!
Between our two families we had 10 kids, ranging from 3 to 17 It was so much fun. Evening campfires, games at the picnic tables, several communal meals. Lissa got to night swim, which is always a big deal at 13. I remember how special that was at that age. There were smores, laughter and a birthday celebration for our friend's son who turned 14.
This will be our only campout this Summer of Covid. But it was a most excellent one, with warm and wonderful memories that I will grasp as tightly as I do that coffee on a chilly camping morning!