Growing up, my family went camping. A lot. It would usually begin after we, the kids, marched in the local Highland Festival Parade. We would then pack up the tent (and eventually camper), and head up north. And we would go most weekends through Labor Day. Although our most visited campground was at Rose Lake, I have visited many of the Jellystone Parks in Michigan; I even had my favorites. Sadly, I couldn’t tell you now which ones they were, although I do distinctly remember one that had a pool shaped like Michigan. It’s been a long time since I’ve been camping. Now that I have a daughter of my own, I look forward to taking her camping.
I have to admit, we were not the survivalist type campers. Certainly, it was not luxurious, but we camped in campgrounds where there was lots to do including a pool, lake, or both, video games, playgrounds, baseball fields, hayrides, putt-putt golf, and sometimes even friends who had a boat. We had a camper of some sort for most of the trips I remember, and packed our own food, including the most important ingredients, those for s’mores. It was a win-win for both parents and kids. We got the freedom to run around as much as we liked, and they were able to spend time with their adult friends and relax while still spending quality time with their kids.
My youngest niece and nephew now call going to grandma and grandpa’s “camping” because it is sort of up north, near a lake, and until recently, a little more rustic than they’re used to. I tried to explain to them that having all day access to indoor plumbing, television, and food cooked on a stove is not camping; they didn’t buy it! Aw well. Hopefully they’ll get to learn the joys of camping this year!