Tales from my Father 5:  theunfetteredpreacher

My Dad made sure we had a weeks vacation every summer.   Most of the time it was camping.

The first years it was a tent, then we graduated  to a tent camper.  He built a pull out draw, that held a gas camping stove, cabinets for food and a place for an ice chest.

It was made so you could cook inside in bad weather or pull it outside, under a tarp, for good weather.

It really worked great.  Until the raccoons figured out how to open the cabinets and ice chest.  They ate well, once, anyway… lol

He taught me to fish cat fish at night.  He would find a fist sized rock, tie a big rubber band to one end, and  a fishing line to the other.

He would throw it as far out in the lake as he could.  The fish would bite, we’d reel them in, re-bait, release the line and it would zoom back out.   

No casting, same place every time.  It worked a treat.

We would visit every National, or State Park and every battle field, fort, or famous persons home we came across.

We often brought a friend to keep me company, what fun.

At home the rest of the year, on Sundays, if we weren’t out for a ride, and ice cream or hot dogs, we would play badminton, or catch.

It drove me crazy that I had to wait till after his 20 minute noon time nap.   

Many good memories.  

I hope Celeste has as many.