Good morning…
Last Saturday, the end of a cherished era came to a quiet end. My husband and I were planning to spend the night at Red Top Mountain in our beloved pop-up camper, but the night before he said, “Suz, we are 62 years old, I wonder if we have reached the end of our camping days.”
We spent the evening reminiscing, fondly remembering the three three-week trips we took out west to visit National Parks with our four kids. They were a captive audience nestled snuggly in the back of our mini-van, driving about five thousand miles each summer, before sports and jobs took priority.
With our heater, we weathered 30-degree nights in the Colorado Rockies and, with our air conditioner, we endured 109-degree days in Utah’s Zion National Park, experiencing every type of weather in between. Traveling through 41 of the 50 states, we hiked to cool places, saw breathtaking sights, cooked over the open fire, played lots of games, and lived out of our own laundry basket of clothes.
As a family, we created so many awesome memories.
In recent years, as a couple and with a few friends, we have enjoyed weekend trips to various State Parks in Georgia. A few years back, we even got a new canvas cover and a new dinner table to replace the well-worn ones. Then last Friday night, our camping days came to a natural end.
We spent much of last Saturday cleaning her up, taking pictures, beginning the search for her next owner.
Life has many passing seasons. The joys and the sorrows, beginnings and ends. Taking time to remember fondly is a gift we give ourselves.
For who knows the best way for us to live during the few days of our fleeting lives? After all, we pass through them like shadows. For who can say what will happen under the sun after we are gone? (Ecclesiastes 6:12, VOICE).
…Sue…
P.S. If you or a loved one might be our camper’s next owner, please reach out to me to learn more.
