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Camping... Drewsen Style!
When my family goes camping, we go all out. We get as far away from civilization as we can. That means no bathrooms, no cell reception, and the only running water is the creek... We love it though. It's way more fun than any other vacation. Who would want to drive on a crowded highway to a musky city where you get to spend lots of money on mediocre meals, souvenirs and high priced gas! 
Not to mention all the people running around trying to live their lives faster than burger king. I don't know about you, but fresh air, calm forests and slowing down really gets the edge off. So what if we get a little dirty and don't have to brush my hair. Its not the end of the world, not just yet... Our family's favorite spots, we make ourselves. This last trip we went up to the Trinity Alps, near where my Papa was raised. We drove around in the brush looking at remnants of what used to be. 
My Papa explained how when he was about 12 years old, he put a horse shoe around a young tree and 60 years later when we got there and looked at it, it was still there! The tree had grown around it. It was a sight. We also got the opportunity to see an old 1930 Caterpillar, which we took off the radiator to put in our yard as decor (i know that sounds dumb, but it will tie in quite well)
When my family goes camping, we go all out. We get as far away from civilization as we can. That means no bathrooms, no cell reception, and the only running water is the creek... We love it though. It's way more fun than any other vacation. Who would want to drive on a crowded highway to a musky city where you get to spend lots of money on mediocre meals, souvenirs and high priced gas! 
Not to mention all the people running around trying to live their lives faster than burger king. I don't know about you, but fresh air, calm forests and slowing down really gets the edge off. So what if we get a little dirty and don't have to brush my hair. Its not the end of the world, not just yet... Our family's favorite spots, we make ourselves. This last trip we went up to the Trinity Alps, near where my Papa was raised. We drove around in the brush looking at remnants of what used to be. 
My Papa explained how when he was about 12 years old, he put a horse shoe around a young tree and 60 years later when we got there and looked at it, it was still there! The tree had grown around it. It was a sight. We also got the opportunity to see an old 1930 Caterpillar, which we took off the radiator to put in our yard as decor (i know that sounds dumb, but it will tie in quite well)
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