The annual family camping trip is next week. I’m not able to make it this year because I already took one vacation this month and a second just isn’t feasible. I’m bummed because I look forward to this every year (2012, 2011) but it’s all good, I’m planning a trip up there in August. So until then I’ll just have to live vicariously though the e-mail chains. Mom and Grizz were in charge of organizing it this year. She wrote:
You want to camp in June? Start making reservations in November the year before. Get a number set and then don’t think about it again till 2 months before. Just have fun answering questions…make up the answers to keep everybody happy. Now just a warning: If you see a 20 foot econoline panel truck running down Hwy 2 with a big recliner on the top and an old lady tied in, that’s me. I’m riding with Uncle J and his son. Yep, Island Hillbillies. It should bring back some cool memories for some of you … it will have carpet inside. I remember back in the day a couple of brush runners that came home a little “smokey” inside with rhododendron leaves stuck in the fenders. Please don’t greet us like Papa Roy greeted Emerson (Grizz’s best friend back in high school, ‘79) at the back porch and point your finger like “get the heck out of here and take your hillbillies (my sons) right back where you found them.”
That mental image of Mom cruising down the highway tied to the top of a truck has me giggling like Anderson Cooper.