And I used to be one of them. I would go camping no matter the weather. For example, we camped over Fourth of July many years ago and it rained almost every day. It was a blast! I would LOVE to do that again. I remember going camping one time and woke up to a foot of snow on the ground. That was over Memorial Day weekend many years ago. What happened to the fun girl that did all that you ask? I’ll tell you.
First of all, I moved away from the area I loved. We could get lost and off the beaten track for days if we wanted to. I loved that! It was great. I can’t do that here. In addition, my husband is not the guy I married. He no longer feels like that would be fun. To put it plainly and simply; he got old.
I remember bundling up to ride a buggy that was on open frame. It was more fun than you could put in words. I also remember taking a child who spent most of her time in a wheelchair or scooting on the floor on snowmobiles. I fashioned a harness for her so she was strapped to me for stability. I still vividly remember her laughing and giggling because she was having so much fun. It was a blast. I miss those days.
I know that if I still lived there, I would probably still be doing things very similar to that. It was fun to spend all that time outdoors. There was no humidity and it rarely got over 90 degrees. And it would only reach that a couple of days a year.
The picture I’m sharing is my goal. I want to be like them. It was pouring rain and they were still out there running up and down the river. I will be that way again someday.