In British Columbia, camping is really popular. I haven't camped in years and years - well since I was just little. I do have some really fond memories of family camping trips when I was a kid. My Mom and Dad built a tent trailer together. Mom sewed the canvas top on her Husqvarna sewing machine. It had bug netting on the windows and zippers and everything. My dad built the whole bottom part with pop out sides to sleep on and storage compartments. Can you believe that? I know for sure that my fear of pit toilets came from our camping trips when I was little.
On the way to our camping destination my dad would take charge and cook dinner for the family. Mom would make us each a "chicken pack" of a chicken breast, potato, some carrots and celery and a few dabs of butter all wrapped up in tin foil. My Dad took those packs and somehow hooked them to the engine of the car and cooked them while we drove. What would make somone even think to do that? What are the chances it would actually work? That is a true story and that's what I call living green. You go Dad, use that gas, drive that car and cook that dinner all at the same time - lets rough it!
I would say I'm more of a resort, condo, flushing toilet kinda girl but it is hard not to appreciate nature when you're out there. It took three days to plan meals and figure out what to take. It took another two days to pack and get organized. I don't even want to remember that last hour before we were out the door because it was something else! It takes alot of planning and work to pretend your homeless for a few days. This is not the kind of deal where you say "If we don't have it, we'll buy it - lets go".
We were the first of the family to arrive at the group campsite so we staked out our spot and got ready to move in. Once we decided where our new home would be I whipped the guys into shape and we pitched our tents made a kitchen and got ready to live off the land for four days, three nights and eight meals.
In fact I got the opportunity to use another of her famous quotes
The Breakfast Menu
Just so you know what a camping girl I am,
There were no motor boats allowed on this lake.
We were virtually alone even though there was a campsite up the street.
It was really something. It made me wonder where
Me the new outdoor girl - just before I headed out for a hike!
But I wasn't truthful about baking that bread in a tin can on coals.