Dinner is almost ready
I do like my cast iron camp supplies...
the tripod was made of wrought iron by a Renassaince blacksmith, the "cauldron" (I call it a GYPSY pot, Lew!) was found at a yard sale, and the dutch oven was my mom's.
I can't count the number of times I mentioned mom and dad at this campout, We were in an area that was sooo familiar from childhood, and the hamburger, potatoes and onions in the dutch over were what mom always made... I built a fire the way my dad taught me (and it got going as fast as Larry's lighter fuel fire! LOL) . So many memories of years gone by mingled with new memories and traditions fulll of laughter and joy, gentle teasing and helpful hands... my heart is full and I want to do it again!
As I listened to the voices in the waterfall and river, it seemed my Mom and Dad were talking from far away in time, laughing around a campfire while Mom cooked the trout Dad just caught... and that fish tasted soo good.
Dinner is almost ready
I do like my cast iron camp supplies...
the tripod was made of wrought iron by a Renassaince blacksmith, the "cauldron" (I call it a GYPSY pot, Lew!) was found at a yard sale, and the dutch oven was my mom's.
I can't count the number of times I mentioned mom and dad at this campout, We were in an area that was sooo familiar from childhood, and the hamburger, potatoes and onions in the dutch over were what mom always made... I built a fire the way my dad taught me (and it got going as fast as Larry's lighter fuel fire! LOL) . So many memories of years gone by mingled with new memories and traditions fulll of laughter and joy, gentle teasing and helpful hands... my heart is full and I want to do it again!
As I listened to the voices in the waterfall and river, it seemed my Mom and Dad were talking from far away in time, laughing around a campfire while Mom cooked the trout Dad just caught... and that fish tasted soo good.