August 9, 2020,
Back from Family Camp, this time higher than our usual Trial Lake, at Washington Lake, a little smaller, but with a roomy campground. We had people coming and going–the product of having everyone of driving age. Mike Frame brought his two sons Michael and Matthew and three friends. Eric and Becky brought Addison, Clara, and Jamison as well as Josh and Ammon. Jeremy and Elizabeth came overnight. the mixture kept changing daily. Becky had to work a couple of days, so she left us with taco salad to make the night she was gone
So, as usual, we ate and ate—so much that we had to make a few grocery runs. Always we needed more ice. And Eric fished and fished. He filleted most of them so that when we breaded and fried them, they were nearly boneless. There were various varieties of trout, a few with almost red flesh.
Eric and Becky, to add to our comfort, had erected a large tent with room in it for two large cots topped by foam mattresses. In the daytime, the weather was warm, but at night it cooled enough for us to enjoy our down sleeping bags. The grandparents were spoiled and we loved it.
It was just camping, but how wonderful it was. Others pitched in, putting up canopies, erecting camping stoves, food storage shelves, carting giant coolers. How casual and carefree—except for Eric and Becky’s constant efforts to provide our food. Addie and I helped. Providing for a lot of people is Eric and Becky’s project and service. They enjoy it. They plan and invite people in our family to come. They do it all openheartedly. Then at the end of the day, Ammon built the fire and Matthew and others played guitar as we sat around splendid campfires.
Our son and his wife are generous and eager to provide a yearly event for the family. In the picture around the table, you will see people you don’t know. Last year’s camping event some different people. The campground hosts are friends and are invited to eat dinner with us. They were given some of the Dutch oven upside-down cake Addie made. They are part of the family after a few years. In fact, when my mother and her three daughters went camping, we didn’t have a large number of people join us, but we always made friends with the camp workers. Later, when Gary and I took our four camping (plus a friend for Eric, at times), it was natural to include others. Our son and his wife have just multiplied the experience (They have 8 children and friends, plus, Eric has always been involved with Scouting, which means he provided himself with equipment to cook for a crowd). It’s a big production.
It looked like a small city. However, on the day we left, with everyone’s help, the tent trailers, canopies, tents, hammock, chairs, coolers galore, and everything else somehow got packed before the eleven o’clock leave time. It’s over for another year. Gary and I have spent a couple of days coming out of high altitude fatigue. What a good time we had. If we had a young helper, we’d try to go out again this year in fall just to see that heartbreaking beauty at the season’s change. But then, although we do have a stove and camping things, I give credit to our son and his wife. The comfort and wonderful food came from them, and we couldn’t do it without them. We’re looking forward to next year. PMA