RV park "camping"
Is there anyone who actually camps any more? As a youth camping meant loading up the '55 Ford pickup with tents and sleeping bags, the old Coleman ice box and stove and heading for the forest. When d...
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At 72, no interest in "camping", sleeping on the ground, cooking over an open flame and peeing in the woods.
However as a kid (in the '50's), my family traveled all over the western USA every summer and camped out every nite. My dad was a college music professor so we had our summer's free. So, we'd pile into our 1949 Plymouth, then later our '53 Dodge, and head out to see the west. There was hardly ever anyone at campgrounds, so we used our tent as a ground cloth, spread out our sleeping bags on it and slept under the stars (very little light pollution then). Get up chop wood, start fire, cook breakfast, load up head out. we saw Yellowstone, Redwoods, Grand Canyon, Zion, Devil's Tower, Black Hills, Mesa Verde, etc., etc. when the places were almost empty, and usually free. Stopped at road side reptile museams and Trees of Mystery. We never had much money but we headed out anyway. Dad was also a piano tuner, so when we ran out of gas money, we would stop in a small town, camp in the park, dad would go around knock on doors and offer to tune people's pianos. Surprisingly many people took him up on it and after two or three days in that town, we'd have enough for another week or so of traveling. Was really a wonderful way to see the USA. Oh, and since dad and mom were devout Christians, we would always find a church to go to on Sundays. To my chagrin, mom would always find our church clothes hidden in the trunk amidst all the camping gear, couldn't believe it, but had to get dressed up in the summer, on a trip. And those little churches were always hot, no one had air conditioning then either.
However as a kid (in the '50's), my family traveled all over the western USA every summer and camped out every nite. My dad was a college music professor so we had our summer's free. So, we'd pile into our 1949 Plymouth, then later our '53 Dodge, and head out to see the west. There was hardly ever anyone at campgrounds, so we used our tent as a ground cloth, spread out our sleeping bags on it and slept under the stars (very little light pollution then). Get up chop wood, start fire, cook breakfast, load up head out. we saw Yellowstone, Redwoods, Grand Canyon, Zion, Devil's Tower, Black Hills, Mesa Verde, etc., etc. when the places were almost empty, and usually free. Stopped at road side reptile museams and Trees of Mystery. We never had much money but we headed out anyway. Dad was also a piano tuner, so when we ran out of gas money, we would stop in a small town, camp in the park, dad would go around knock on doors and offer to tune people's pianos. Surprisingly many people took him up on it and after two or three days in that town, we'd have enough for another week or so of traveling. Was really a wonderful way to see the USA. Oh, and since dad and mom were devout Christians, we would always find a church to go to on Sundays. To my chagrin, mom would always find our church clothes hidden in the trunk amidst all the camping gear, couldn't believe it, but had to get dressed up in the summer, on a trip. And those little churches were always hot, no one had air conditioning then either.
