How did you begin this hobby?
I started a blog to write articles about our adventures and decided to start back at the beginning. The beginning is always a good place to start. Attached is my article on how we got started. ...
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Similar story to many others. I grew up in Wisconsin, camping with my parents and brothers in a popup. Most of our family vacations were to Yellowstone, or Banff/Jasper, or the Black Hills, in addition to the local weekend trips. I remember as much about the camping as I do about the parks we visited. Specifically, I remember camping at Rafter J in the Black Hills, somewhere back around '78 or '79.
One set of grandparents had a little Wilderness travel trailer. The other had a series of motor homes.. a Winnebago, a Foretravel, and finally a Bluebird. Even as a kid, I was jealous of those. But we seemed to have just as much fun in our simple little popup.
Decades later, I live in Rapid City, SD. I've always wanted to pass the same kind of memories on to my two sons. So we bought a travel trailer. Now I get to take them to the same places, and with Rafter J in the Black Hlls, the very same campground, that I went to as a kid. Watching their excitement when we go camping stirs up all those memories of my own childhood. Every camping weekend is both new and exciting, and a trip down memory lane at the same time. And hopefully they're building the same great love of camping that I did.
One set of grandparents had a little Wilderness travel trailer. The other had a series of motor homes.. a Winnebago, a Foretravel, and finally a Bluebird. Even as a kid, I was jealous of those. But we seemed to have just as much fun in our simple little popup.
Decades later, I live in Rapid City, SD. I've always wanted to pass the same kind of memories on to my two sons. So we bought a travel trailer. Now I get to take them to the same places, and with Rafter J in the Black Hlls, the very same campground, that I went to as a kid. Watching their excitement when we go camping stirs up all those memories of my own childhood. Every camping weekend is both new and exciting, and a trip down memory lane at the same time. And hopefully they're building the same great love of camping that I did.
