I’ve noticed other bloggers taking part in Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop on Thursdays. This week, I thought I’d check it out. Mama Kat posts five prompts to choose from, and I chose #2, “That One Time You Went Camping.”
Those of you who have followed this blog for any length of time know my idea of camping is staying at Motel 6. But there was ONE time…
I had a sweet friend in middle school, Karen. Karen’s parents owned a small camper on two wheels that could be towed behind a vehicle–a Serro Scotty camper. The only camping I’d ever done was beneath the old bedspread draped across the clothesline in our backyard, so you can imagine my jaw-dropping reaction to see such a camping vehicle.
One weekend, I was invited to go camping with Karen’s family–her dad, mom, and little brother. All in that little camper. How versatile it was inside! Things folded and unfolded to create a small booth for dining, beds for sleeping, it was quite the invention. It had a bathroom with shower that wasn’t big enough to turn around in, but hey, it was a bathroom!
Karen’s dad skillfully parked the camper on a tiny plot of land at the campground, and connected the gas and plumbing. Then we were off to swim!
There was a small body of water, a lake or pond within walking distance. All I remember is it was the dirty brown color of mud, with chunks of green algae floating on top. Not much swimming took place.
For dinner, her dad lit the charcoal and grilled hamburgers. That might have been the best hamburger I’d ever eaten. Dinner was followed by toasting marshmallows, also a first for me. When darkness closed in, we retreated to the camper where everything had been made into beds, and drifted off to sleep…eventually.
That’s it for my camping adventure. Thanks for coming along. Check out Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop and see what others wrote about.