The Family Camping Chronicles: Part III
"On the seventeenth day we passed the highest mountain peak that we had yet seen, and although the day was very warm the night that followed upon its heels was wintry cold and blankets were next to useless." From Roughing It by Mark Twain
“It would be
distressing to a feeling person to See our Situation at this time all wet and
cold and with our bedding &c also wet, in a cove scarcely large enough to
contain us…canoes at the mercy of the waves and driftwood…robes and leather
clothes are rotten.” William Clark
describing being stranded at Point Ellice, Washington (1808). (For those who slept through the day they
taught about the Lewis and Clark expedition in history class, Clark was
Meriwether Lewis’ expedition partner)
“We’re really roughing it,” Dad would say as he loaded
our camping gear into the station wagon.
The words were served with sides of arched eyebrow, a wry smile and a
large helping of sarcasm. Dad was
alluding to Roughing It, Mark Twain’s
chronicle of his adventures in the Wild West of the 1860’s. Looking back it seems like a magic trick that
dad was able to get a big canvas tent, two bulky cots, lantern, fishing gear,
stove, clothes, some pre-cooked meals that mom packed for us and an assorted pile of “possibles” into that wagon.