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Camping Pt. 2

I spent all summer at Colonial Woods from 8 years old — about 3rd grade in the US — until a few years after I graduated high school.  I met and made some of the best friends I have ever had during those years, even if they moved in and out of the campground over the years.  And every one of us lived about an hour from the campground and we were all of a similar age.

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Warmongers

I was pointed to this article with Dick Cheney’s opinions in it.

And this is what is really happening in the world.  The US of A spends more than the next ten highest spending nations combined.  The US spends more on weapons than the next ten nations spend on defense combined.  TEN nations.  They aren’t even allies who would group together to attack the US.

Darth Cheney from the article:

“That ought to be our top priority for spending. Not food stamps, not highways or anything else,” Cheney said. “Your No. 1 responsibility as president is to support and defend the Constitution of the United States. [Obama] is the commander-in-chief and he’s absolutely devastating the United States military today.”

I really have a hard time not bringing in some Monty Python here — “Don’t give me that you snotty faced heap of parrot droppings.”

We spend more than the next ten nations on making people and things that kill human beings.  This…. fucker would rather our own people starve so that we can go kill others.  “Not highways or anything else”.  Education, Dick, you ridiculous git.  Education is the only way we are going to advance as a country and a culture.  Highways and bridges, electrical grids and water management — (there might be some sarcasm here) yeah they are useless.

Why do people listen to this jackass?

You know what?  The number one responsibility of the President of the United States of America is taking care of the people of the United States of America.  People.  Over the last two decades, I have come to the conclusion that Cheney and his Republican friends don’t give a shit about people.  They have a nebulous vision of “America”, and they have totally neglected “Americans.”

And it pisses me off.

What a Month

Alright, so May was a terrible month for getting anything done.  I didn’t do any renders.  I didn’t get on with my photography project.  I didn’t post here.  I camped.  I dealt with family.  And that was about it.

Now, though, I am watching the World Cup, and it’s been fantastic so far.  And I don’t just say that because the US had a great game.  Most of the games have had great play.  After the first round of Group Play, it looks like Germany – Netherlands, but it’s still early.

I hope to get the second part of my camping history up soon.

Camping Pt. 1

My family has pictures of my mother, pregnant with me, camping with her mother and step-father (I’ll refer to them as my grandparents from here on out — I only knew him as my grandfather).  They had a mobile home, nowadays seemingly more properly called a “park model”, parked at a place called “Wilson’s Lake” in New Jersey.  There was no electricity, no water of sewage, and any gas/propane had to be gotten from outside.  There was no lodge, and no one taking care of the “sites”.

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A Busy Month

So, as I said in my last post, April is the start of camping for my family.  It sometimes takes a bit to get set up, since in the fall we take everything home so it doesn’t freeze/draw rodents/go rotten.  I haven’t done much except take trips to our campground to take all our camp chairs up, and I water-sealed a couple of wood tables we have, and I had to take up the foodstuffs we leave there, like mustard/ketchup/mayonnaise and various spices.

And we can’t forget coffee!

Add to that our vegetable garden needing to be readied and planted, now that the danger of overnight frost killing the plants is past, and it’s been a busy month.  Also, I built a new grill/smoker since our old one was starting to disintegrate away in places, especially the charcoal tray.  I have managed to smoke one piece of brisket so far and it was delicious if not as tender as I had hoped to get it.  But it was my first time and I didn’t know how the heat and wood chunks would work.  My next piece should be better.

I was finally able to get my April photos done, so I should be posting them here in a day or so.  I hope to be able to give some more time to this blog now that the camper is set up and the garden is in.  See you next time.

Spring Camping — Missing Mom

It’s spring here in southeast Pennsylvania.  I’ve been camping since before I was born (seriously — there are pictures of my mother camping while pregnant with me).  In 2010, my wife and I bought a camper (the Forest River Sierra model 391QB) which is really an apartment on wheels.  And we parked it at Colonial Woods Camping Resort.  The place I’ve been camping since I was 8 — holy crap is it really almost 40 years ago?

So, the campground opens this coming weekend.  I’ve driven up there (about an hour’s drive from home) to take our camp chairs (for outside) and the sheets and blankets.  It was a cold and snowy winter, so I was happy there were no leaks or signs of mice in our camper.  Our camper seems to be in perfect shape.  The microwave oven didn’t even need to have the time reset — the electricity didn’t go out all winter up there!  A good sign since I have had to reset the time from one week to another during the camping season.

Yeah, sorry, that is all background.

Tuesday was my first trip up.  I was taking our camp chairs and some wood for when I make our first campfire.  But camping — well, my mom spent many years as the manager of Colonial Woods.  She was there almost year round.  She set up the store in the lodge, she scheduled the workers, she handled the customers who wanted to come camping.  And she did this from the time I was 10.

My mom was killed by cancer in 2011.  The year after my wife and I and my kids got our own RV instead of sharing my mom’s.

The two worst times of the year for me are spring — opening of camping — and December 2 — the day she died.  Those are the days/times she is foremost in my mind.  And then I ran into this playing on my iPod set to shuffle my Heavy Metal tracks as I was driving up on Tuesday:

“And she said – don’t cry for me, because I’ll be

Riding the wind forever free
High in the wind forever free
I’ll ride the wind forever free
High in the wind forever free”

(Of all bands — W.A.S.P. – Forever Free.  Really — the guys who wrote “Animal (Fuck Like A Beast)” put this together?  Yeah, after years of following Metal bands, they are deeper than they let on in most of their songs.)

OK, so it’s not easy to drive with tears in your eyes.

I miss my mom.  Camping was the time I got to see her every week.  And she got to see her grandchildren.  And every year, that started now, in spring.

It was horrible, my mom’s last year — technically, my mom’s last 8 months.  Pain while vacuuming became a tumor on her liver and her lung.  Cigarettes were the death of her, in the end.  If anything good could be said to come of it — my kids are well on their way to not smoking cigarettes.  And I hate, yes hate, that my children will not know their paternal grandmother outside of the barest impressions.

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