It doesn't take much to jog my memory onto a sentimental journey these days. Karen's camping trip made me think about the many good times our little Brown family had on our camping vacations.
Way back in the old days.....
I was eight years old & Steve would have been five. Our traveling adventures had been limited mostly to Missouri, Omaha & Wichita. We were from a very small town, where we lived in our own little sheltered world. Who knew there were other cultures existing in our our Country?
This is probably the very first camping trip our little family ever made...(and it was way B.C.--before Carol!) Dad had worked hard & earned his vacation so off we went in our beautiful Studebaker!
My memories really aren't too vivid but I do remember how I loved the mountains! Our Missouri Ozark mountains were small in comparison...& these were Rocky! I loved the trees & definitely remember the white bark of the aspen trees.
Somewhere on the trip we ventured up to a gold mine in the mountains & Uncle Jack & Aunt Rose went "panning" for gold! And there was a deserted old mining town that we wandered through--a ghost town of the Rockies.