After reading all the post about arriving at varies people's camps it reminds me of my families trip to camp.
Even know there were only five of us we had to take two cars (later years three) to take everything to camp. My father and brother always had to make a trip the night before with the rollerway bed (for my sister
) and a car load of stuff. The landlord let us leave it in a shed until the next day. So basicly it took us tree car loads to go to camp. Thank goodness we only live 1/2 hour away. We had to bring everything except the furniture and the dish wear.
I use to love but hate the ride up. My mother ,sister and I would take my mother's buick(the green monster) with 2 cats and 2 guinea pigs. My brother and father took the dog. It was neat to take all the pets(except the rabbits) on vacation with us.They loved it and never ran away-though once someone tried to cat nap my Mitzie.
Anyway my mother did not believe in air conditioning even though we had it so we would basicly die from the heat all the way. The cats would scream all the way and hided behind my back so I was never very comfortable. But coming around the corner in Alton and seeing the lake made it all worth while. Now the heart is pounding- can't wait .
The arrival:
Because our camp was a boat house that was at the bottom of a cliff we had to go up and down ,up and down sooo many times 101 steps each way to unload all the junk We use to throw things down the hill when my parents weren't watching. Of course i personally brought the cats and guinea pigs down but I was alway nervous about letting the cats of the leashes ( was afraid they would run away -but they never did)
It was a drag having to unlaod before we could start having fun.
Then the dreaded leaving:
It took us hours (only took minute to arrive)to lug all the junk back up the hill . We were supposed to be out by 11am but never did we leave before 3 or 4 in the afternoon.(Since we were the last ones for the season the landlord never pushed the issue since we always cleaned it so well before we leftand pulled the raft in for him. Why is it the last day always was the nices day. So hot and sunny.
Then the last trip up the hill and the last look at the lake as we left the end of the lake. I always was so depressed. My mother on the other hand never could wait to get home. Strange person
That usually was the last time I was at the lake every year until I was old enough to drive myself back and forth. I crave the lake and the peace of mind it gives me no matter what time of the year it is to this day.
winnilakegirl