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Ann, Lol, I think we were more resilient then. Our air mattresses went flat, too, and I'd wake up feeling like my hip bone was embedded in the ground. The best trips I remember were ones right out at Ft. Stevens with friends/neighbors at the surrounding campsites. One time each of us women took turns planning/cooking the dinner (like you do on your caravans). The first night my friend burnt the stew - so subsequent meals had the pressure off.
Tonight I'm making a crockpot meal of pork chops with lots of sliced mushrooms, carrots, cream of mushroom soup. I'm getting hungry!
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Oh, Jan I remember those good old camping days in tents. One time we traveled to Yellowstone and then on into Canada. This was when I had two in diapers. We had borrowed a couple of air mattresses and it seemed they always went flat by morning and I'd end up with a rock under me. We had a four door Ford car and had a home made rack on top for some of the gear. The back seat had a board so it was solid for the two boys to play on. No seat belts in those days and no air conditioner in the car either. I well remember the trips to the out houses with a flashlight too. NO THANKS. I'll take my motor home with all the comforts of home. No more trying to cook outside with a two burner propane stove. I remember I had an oven frame that set on top of the burner for baking. About the only thing I can remember fixing was a package of scalloped potatoes with slices of Spam on top. YUM Once in Yellowstone my mother and dad had driven out from Ma. and met us there. Mother and I were fixing spaghetti for supper. It was getting dark and one of us held the strainer while the other dumped the spaghetti. Well most of the spaghetti ended up on the ground. My mother filled the pot of water and we reboiled the spaghetti and ate it. My dad would have nothing to do with that and went hungrey that night.
It is a gray day but not at all cold. We are so blessed not to being shoveling snow.
Ann in San Diego