by Diane Burton
When I was a kid, we didn’t take very many vacations. Not enough money and Dad often worked two jobs so he didn’t have time off. During my high school years, Dad decided a great vacation would be to drive up into the wilds of Canada—way north of the Soo—and camp. Eight of us (the youngest was either not born yet or left with Gram) in a canvas tent and not even an outhouse nearby. At least the lake was clean enough to swim in and no poison ivy in the bushes. Even worse, we went back the next year.
I have to say camping was never high on my bucket list after that. When I was a Girl Scout leader, I had to suck it up, put on my this-will-be-fun face, and take my troop camping. I did enjoy those trips even though Hubs always said my idea of roughing it was no room service.
According to my kids when they were in middle and high school, we took “encyclopedia” vacations—Washington, DC, Gettysburg, Mount Rushmore, Pikes Peak. I would research the places and share that info during the long car rides. With no handheld games, no video screens, no iPods (you know, back in the Dark Ages), they had to listen. Though they groaned and complained, some of it did sink in. As adults, they now say they appreciated the trips.
When they were little, one vacation was everyone’s favorite. A 4-hour drive to a cottage on a lake where Hubs (a very early riser) would go out fishing while the kiddies and I slept. We were just getting up when he returned and we all had breakfast. Then we went exploring. While I sat in the shade and read, he taught the kiddies how to fish on the dock—often grabbing the line as daughter got so excited when she got a nibble she let go of the pole. While she and I have never been avid fishermen (fisherwomen?), Hubs and Son are. This past March, they fished in Lake Pleasant north of Phoenix. They didn’t keep what they caught. The relaxation of a day on the water had more appeal. That and some father-son bonding.
I got a mani-pedi.
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