It’s Travel Tuesday and once again I’m reminded of the challenge of living through a global pandemic and a life dismantled by a thousand small cuts. You see, each year with — the exception of last year — we usually go camping with a small group of families.
Eight adults. The same number of too-rapidly-growing-up kids. Pets. Tents. Campfires. Walks in the woods. Weather. Lakes. Crafts. Bike rides. Outhouses. And whatever new adventure strikes.
I’m wondering today if this bit of local travel is one more of those cuts.
for whatever one photo is worth:
This past weekend as the rolling summer booking window started to traverse those optimal summer camping months, The Email made its rounds to the families:
What’s the plan for 2021? Y’know… with COVID and all that?
It was a long weekend in late-June and despite the pouring rain upon our arrival, we set up the tents and tried our best to keep our gear dry. We have a lightweight backpacking tent that sleeps three, but a huge truck-camping tent that would make up a hundred and fifty percent of my backpacking carry weight, but lugs out of the truck box easy enough and is rainproof enough to tolerate most of the seasonal weather.
I had pulled up my photo software and was poking nostalgically through some of my old photos of the last time we went out with that group. Kid cooking marshmallows. A day at the lake-side beach.
We’re being cautiously optimistic, the first reply came through, but we might cancel at the last minute if things don’t get better.
We cooked that first night over a hot-spitting fire, fending off the dwindling rain with some steaming cast iron pans. This may have been the exact weekend when some beer-fueled conversations about my collection of pans inspired the registration of a domain name and would a year and a half later kick off a daily blog you may have heard about somewhere.
I just don’t think that I could keep my distance for an entire weekend while out there with everybody, came a second reply a half hour later. It would be really tough. Thanks for understanding.
I have any number of summer plans, but one weekend with friends in a remote campsite still seemed like a safe bet.
Or maybe not.
Perhaps there will be just the four of us, a fire, a tent, and some lonely cast iron over a gently smouldering fire.