|This is what we hoped the mountains would look like!|
We were lucky enough to leave our slide-in-camper on private property and this is where we grew up camping until sadly that property was sold.
I learned how to start a fire, was dishes while camping, how to squat behind a bush, that coyotes were more scared of you than you are of them, that rocks can look like bears, not to climb on gates, that it is easier for guys to pee on a fire than it is for girls, what stinging needle is, rotten-meat-dog-farts are the worst, the difference between an elk and a cow, and how amazing it is to just sit and be while in the mountains.
|Not THE red gate, but a relative.|
Once we got our fill of being a rebel, we headed back to camp. Dad was sitting in a chair just chillin. We thought we were in the clear. Wrong again. We were totally busted. That was the last time that my dad spanked me.
Molly or I never climbed on a gate again.
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