Camping

One of the things I love most about where I live is that I can go camping.

My Dads best friend, Tim, takes me camping at least once every season. We have not camped in the same place twice. Once we camped by a beautiful stream. Another time we hiked for a good while to set up our campsite overlooking a breathtaking view. I remember one trip when we found a big stick and made a ball out of rope and duct tape and played baseball. Sometimes we would bring a football and see how many times we could pass it back and forth without dropping it.

One time when we made a fire in the snow, we found an old dead tree trunk and we made the fire in it. What we didn’t know was that we had put the stump on top of a bunch of rocks! As the night went on, we went to bed, and we heard these really loud hissing popping sounds.

Water seeped into the rocks and with the heat from the fire, the rocks exploded! Thankfully, no one got hit from any rock. We had a good laugh about it in the morning while I made the perfect fried eggs.

I love everything about camping.

Another thing I love to eat while camping is venison chili. Tim makes this amazing chili and I would love to learn how to cook it one day. I am so thankful Tim takes me camping.

Do you like to camp?