{"id":339,"date":"2011-10-14T23:16:43","date_gmt":"2011-10-15T04:16:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.aaronkuehn.net\/tol\/?p=339"},"modified":"2011-10-14T23:16:43","modified_gmt":"2011-10-15T04:16:43","slug":"beneath-the-stars","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.aaronkuehn.net\/tol\/?p=339","title":{"rendered":"Beneath The Stars"},"content":{"rendered":"

I like campy things.<\/p>\n

That does in fact include the 1960s version of Batman that starred Adam West. \u00a0But that’s not the type of campy I’m talking about.<\/p>\n

The other campy.<\/p>\n

The picture in your head right now is probably the correct one, but how do I know that? \u00a0How does one convey what “campy” stuff is? \u00a0I think we more or less know it when we see it, but how do you define it?<\/p>\n

Since I was a little person with curly hair, I’ve been fascinated by the natural space under the clouds, hatchets, campfires, knives, guns, tents, hiking, chopping wood, cooking over a fire, etc.<\/p>\n

Campy stuff, you see.<\/p>\n

But what, precisely, is camping?<\/p>\n

It’s different things to different people. \u00a0And over the past short while I’ve read the journals of Lewis and Clark Clark as well as a biography of Daniel Boone which informed me of the idea that the definition changes over time.<\/p>\n

The stories about these historic characters got me \u00a0thinking more about a definition for camping.<\/p>\n

My parents, my dad specifically, were camping people. \u00a0My earliest memory of camping is of a trip to Canada to a place called Bouchard Lake. \u00a0My folks borrowed a weary old pop-up trailer for the trip.<\/p>\n

Bouchard Lake was located on an old logging road that had years before been retired. \u00a0There were numerous rivers and streams on the route, each traversed by use of a hand-made log bridge.<\/p>\n

Our camp was dozens of miles from anything. \u00a0It was remote and baren. \u00a0We fished for walleye and lived off the land to a great degree.<\/p>\n

And the mosquitoes, they lived off us.<\/p>\n

It was dirty and it was basic. \u00a0But that of course is relative. \u00a0We had a Ford pickup truck, the aforementioned pop-up camper, sleeping bags, a Coleman gas stove, a Coleman gas lantern, fishing rods and reels, bait, axes, aluminum camp chairs and toilet paper.<\/p>\n

Basic compared to our home life at the time, but basic compared to humans in the wilds a few hundred years prior? \u00a0I suspect we were in such a state of luxury that in prior eons we could have sold passage to our little camp for many valuable trinkets.<\/p>\n

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Our camp, around 1972, on the shore of Bouchard Lake.Your author, playing the part of wilderness pioneer.<\/p><\/div>\n

My memories of that particular trip are vague. \u00a0I remember the mosquitoes and some minor details, but I have comfy places in my mind about the trip.<\/p>\n

But more comfort was desired by the family. \u00a0And a longer stay was planned (my mom was a teacher and thus had summers off, my dad was retired). \u00a0Before the summer of 1973 we had purchased a self-contained travel trailer. \u00a0The camper, a 23-foot Terry, had a furnace, refrigerator, freezer, toilet, shower as well as the implied shelter and protection such a construction affords. \u00a0 The beers of deeper Canada could probably still have snacked on us, but I felt invincible. \u00a0We had a fort on wheels!<\/p>\n

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1973 Terry travel trailer, our wilderness outpost.<\/p><\/div>\n

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We camped with the Terry for several years. \u00a0I’m not sure what made it “camping,” though. \u00a0We were away from home. \u00a0But we had running water, heat and as a rare treat, homemade cinnamon rolls made by my dad in the camper’s gas oven.<\/p>\n

During many summers we’d spend months in Canada, at our preferred location of Atikameg Lake. \u00a0Atikameg Lake was more remote than Bouchard, on the same series of logging roads, but more people knew about it so while we were more isolated from civilization (about 25 miles), we often had the company of like-minded campers.<\/p>\n

We were without doubt we had the most advanced camp. \u00a0By that point we had large, industrial size LP gas bottles to keep the fridge going, benches made for comfortable fire-watching, wildlife feeders and a large tarp laid beside the trailer to keep dirt out of the “fortress.” \u00a0We bathed in the lake and used the camper’s toilet only for middle-of-the-night necessities.<\/p>\n

We had pretty sophisticated equipment, but we were remote and camping.<\/p>\n

We had many modern tools to make our time in the woods more efficient and comfortable. \u00a0Once in a while we’d spend most of the day to make a trip by truck to the junction of the logging road and Canada’s Highway 17. \u00a0We went \u00a0to a place called the White Lake Lodge. \u00a0There we would get milk, soft drinks and other camp supplies. \u00a0We’d finish the supply run with an ice cream cone and then head back to camp.<\/p>\n

I learned a lot of “camp skills” during those years. \u00a0Even though we had fancy rigid shelter, my dad, other campers and Canadian Indians, taught me how to cut wood, how to make a fire, how to catch and clean fish, how to throw an axe, how to make a lean-to, etc. \u00a0 I treasure those skills. Whenever I watch one of the overly-dramatized programs on TV about surviving in the wilds I think to myself “I probably don’t want<\/span> to do that…but I think I could<\/span>.” \u00a0And it’s camping that did that for me.<\/p>\n

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Your author washing clothes in camp at Atikameg Lake, Canada.<\/p><\/div>\n

In 1978 my parents decided that we needed to see more of North America apart from Canada. We loved Canada, but wanted something differnt. \u00a0The decision was made that something simpler was required.<\/p>\n

With a pickup truck and travel trailer you have the hitching, un-hitching, leveling, backing, etc. that add to the hassle of making a foray. \u00a0So my parents decided that a motorhome would be the next fortress on wheels for us.<\/p>\n

They purchased a Southwind motorhome. This unit had many of the same capabilities as the Terry, though it added air conditioning to the mix and a higher level of luxury. \u00a0This was not the vehicle for deep woods affairs — we would stick to improved campgrounds that catered to rigs of this size.<\/p>\n

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We spent a few years being campy with the motorhome but one thing and another (not the least of which was that this rig was a lemon — pits, peels and pulp), we bought our old Terry travel trailer back.<\/p>\n

We did a little more camping, but with my dad’s declining health, trips became rare.<\/p>\n

I still had that cowboy giddyup in my craw, so when I was a teenager I took my lawn mowing money and ordered an 8×10 tent from the Montgomery Ward catalog. \u00a0I was ready to pack it all up and hit the deepest reaches of the frontier!<\/p>\n

I was too young and stupid to realize that the frontier didn’t have NBC or CBS.<\/p>\n

My final camp outing came when I was about 15 years old. \u00a0The youth group at church, egged on by our “adult” leaders Tony and Rick, decided the boys should go camping for a weekend. \u00a0We were to do some fire-building, some fishing, some shooting of guns and conduct some general teenage boy craziness in the woods. \u00a0And me, having such a great tent, camping experience and firearms was all for it.<\/p>\n

Ah, but did I mention that this trip was slated for February? \u00a0In Michigan? \u00a0With overnight lows of about 10 below zero? \u00a0And that the fishing would be ice fishing?<\/p>\n

Hindsight, baby, it’s a trip.<\/p>\n

Well, I won’t bore you with the details of that outing, suffice to say that a nylon tent, when subjected to temperatures below zero, gets brittle, cracks and for all intents and purposes goes “Poof!” into a bajillion little flakes of worthless confetti.<\/p>\n

So that was the end of my tent.<\/p>\n

And the end of camping for this author.<\/p>\n

Until I met the woman I would later marry. \u00a0A couple of years ago, before we were even dating, we decided to go camping together. \u00a0I bought a little one-person pup tent for myself since she already had a small tent and assorted gear herself.<\/p>\n

It was great to get back out there! \u00a0I found that all of my camp skills were still with me. \u00a0I could still pitch a tent, cut wood, make a fire and cook a decent dinner over the flames. \u00a0We sat around our campfire until the hours of the next morning: \u00a0watching the snap and pop of the fire, crying the smoke out of our eyes and watching the dark, dark sky.<\/p>\n

Since then we’ve camped a few more times and are now, in the footsteps of my parents, looking at travel trailers. \u00a0We want more of course. \u00a0We’re good Americans.<\/p>\n

There’s also something about camp food. \u00a0 \u00a0I suspect hot dogs, hamburgers and marshmallows are pretty standard camp fare. \u00a0But camp food can vary based upon your experience. \u00a0My wife, for example, used to camp with a group whose tradition was to construct a ginormous pot of stew, with everyone providing ingredients for the cauldron. \u00a0While a tradition for my family was Wyler’s Instant Lemon Aid. \u00a0Oh how I hated that foul fluid!<\/p>\n

So, throughout my career as a human, I’ve had many adventures that I classify as some type of camping. \u00a0But what, exactly, IS camping and why is it so restorative and good?<\/p>\n

On our most recent trip beneath the trees I decided, regardless of how many conveniences you have, it’s being close to nature that does the job. \u00a0At least for me.<\/p>\n

Being “close to nature” is probably a cliche, but it’s apt. \u00a0When I spend concerted time getting soil lodged beneath my finger nails and make fire, I contemplate my life and place in the world. \u00a0The stunning beauty of God’s hand, close and personal for a day or two, brings me peace and recharge.<\/p>\n

At any point in history people have had certain tools and skills available for living beneath the canopy of sky and trees. \u00a0They’ve used them to their best advantage. \u00a0 We do the same. \u00a0In a few hundred years I suspect that people will still “camp”. \u00a0They’ll just get to the site with a jet pack and their shelter will spring from a disk that has been sprinkled with magic water.<\/p>\n

The smoke will still get in their eyes, no matter where they sit.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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