Cabin Life – Campfires day 6

There is something elemental about pondering life around a campfire. As an adult, I like to watch the flames and think profound thoughts. Sometimes, late at night really good ideas are hatched. Depending on your state of mind when you agreed to getting up at 6am the next morning for some big adventure, may affect how fondly it all is remembered. (This has not happened to me personally in quite some time).

Back in the early days of cabin life, the fires went all night and the parties were epic. There was midnight chicken wing feasts, (how cooked were they?) it was a wonder more of us did not get seriously ill. There was after dark hide and seek on the golf course. (One body part had to be less than an arm’s length from the course edge). If you were hiding a really long time, wander back to the fire, you probably had won. Sometimes new people around the fire dropped in, but everyone assumed the new faces were a friend of someone else and wondered why had they not been introduced?

We are all older and wiser now and cabin life has shifted to focus on the next generation. My children and all my parents grandchildren. We are taking some of those fun times and changing them up a bit, (sometimes not, they have to learn the same way we did). These personalities on the rise have their own say on things as well. We are being highly entertained by camp songs that are being woven into our family tapestry.

It is new and fun and makes me glad to spend time with the young upstarts. If hanging out with children keeps a person young, then I’m going to look fabulously youthful when I head back to work.

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