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Camping With Dad

Updated on October 22, 2017
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As a Baby-Boomer, Denise and millions of others are becoming senior citizens. She explores what it means to be over 60 today.

Cooking over a fire

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Dad in his favorite camping posture.
Dad in his favorite camping posture. | Source
Mom setting up the cooking gear.
Mom setting up the cooking gear. | Source

Dad and his love of the wilderness.

I love the smells of going camping with my Dad. The air was so sweet you could almost taste it. Fresh, cold water from the stream was sweet like sugar water and the pine smell really is intoxicating. My Dad loved the mountains and visited as often as he could get away. He instilled that love of nature and camping into all of us. It’s no wonder that before he passed away, he made us promise to scatter his ashes there, so close to blue heaven you could almost touch it.

My parents invested in Coleman hardware for camping and often replaced items with better Coleman camping equipment. We owned a Coleman stove, Coleman lanterns, Coleman camp cook kits, and I think even the tent was Coleman. I feel like I grew up with Coleman, like a member of the family. The smell and taste of food cooking in the mountains where the air is thin and fresh is so much better, that for years I thought we should cook with a Coleman stove at home too. Maybe it would all taste astounding like it did in the mountains.

I gained my desire to be an artist up there in the high country among the birds and rambling pine trees. The steaming mug of hot cocoa on a nearby rock and me with pad and pen in hand, trying to capture immeasurable beauty. Those are good memories. I still try to capture the beauty of nature and still fall a little short of the natural grandeur. I also still like to visit the mountains with my own Coleman stove, my camera and the ghost of my Dad saying, “breath, Neesie, now that’s fresh air!”

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Stories around the Campfire

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Dad with my little brother.
Dad with my little brother. | Source

What I learned

I learned many things in those mountains. I learned to appreciate what I have. I learned that you don’t need as much to survive as you think you do. The bare necessities amount to food and a place to sleep/somewhere warm to lay your head. Everything else is secondary and a blessing. I learned that my Dad was a true pioneer in his love of elbowroom, somewhat like Daniel Boone. He had a deeply ingrained pioneer spirit that goes back to his forefathers. We didn’t find out until decades after Dad’s death, that one of his forefathers actually knew and was friends with Daniel Boone. Dad would have been very proud to have known that. I suppose he knows that now.

I think that this love of art I have stems from my Dad’s love of nature too. It seems the wilderness calls to me and I have to go and paint it as often as possible. An excellent legacy, I would think, to pass to my own children and grandchildren. Thanks, Dad.

We had to pack in on horseback.  Dad loved the wilderness.
We had to pack in on horseback. Dad loved the wilderness. | Source

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A page from my nature journal of a mushroom I found.A mule's ear flower and leaf.  The leaves are as soft as velvet.Mom's kitchen at the camp site.Dad with my brother in his favorite place, the mountains.
A page from my nature journal of a mushroom I found.
A page from my nature journal of a mushroom I found.
A mule's ear flower and leaf.  The leaves are as soft as velvet.
A mule's ear flower and leaf. The leaves are as soft as velvet.
Mom's kitchen at the camp site.
Mom's kitchen at the camp site.
Dad with my brother in his favorite place, the mountains.
Dad with my brother in his favorite place, the mountains.

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Beautiful high country, California.
Beautiful high country, California. | Source
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Night Light

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Campfire stories

The stories we made up on the crisp evenings in front of the campfire still live in me. The story of the Kybo Monster is just one of many stories we told around the campfire, but that is a story for a different time. The way the air smelled sweet and the voices echoed softly back to us from the cliff sides and the way animal calls in the dark thrilled us, still makes my heart beat quicken. I find that some of my best memories of my Dad are in those hills. It seems only appropriate that he wanted his ashes scattered there in the wilderness, where the tall pines sweep the stars.

I think every child should have the opportunity to visit the few places in this country that are still designated wilderness, before they are all gone.

He loved to fish and hunt.  He brought home the bacon!
He loved to fish and hunt. He brought home the bacon! | Source
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Did you get to go camping as a kid? Did it change you?

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      Denise McGill 3 years ago from Fresno CA

      @VioletteRose LM: Thank you. Love your name. Love the color and the flower!

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      VioletteRose LM 3 years ago

      Very nice lens, thanks for sharing!

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      Denise McGill 4 years ago from Fresno CA

      @Old Navy Guy: Thank you so much. I loved the things he taught me. And as usual, I didn't appreciate it as much as I should have while he was here.

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      Old Navy Guy 4 years ago

      Nice tribute to your fatrher

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