In a few weeks time, I will pack my little family up, throw them in the car, and drive them away from civilization, away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, and into the wild.
Okay, okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, we won’t actually be going that far off the grid. There will be other people there. There are showers, and a store, and a hotel (of sorts) if they are needed. There are other amenities too that will make our week of roughing it a whole lot less “rough” and a whole lot more “relax.”
It is supposed to be a vacation after all…
We will be tent camping it, though, which will be a very interesting experience, I think, with a 3 month old. We’ll see how that little adventure goes. We know it’s doable because I was camping there at 3 months old too. It’s almost like the start of a little tradition, just as camping is for our family.
My maternal grandfather, and some of his friends, started camping there in the 40’s… and we’ve been going ever since. The campgrounds have changed. The staff have changed. And, still, we keep going back. The rules have gotten stricter. The costs have gone up. And, still, we keep going back. Some years we go as a large group and some years we go in smaller family units as we can find time. Some years we go for weeks at a time and some years we run up for a very short weekend. Some years the weather is perfect, some years we get rained out, some years it is so scorching hot we can’t keep ice in the ice chests. And, still, we keep going back.
It’s the river that calls to us… the sound of it thundering down the canyon, the sight of it cutting through the rocks, the fish hidden within it’s cold and swift depths, the beauty of it, the power of it. When I’m rock hopping out to the middle, when I cast my line just right, and snare a fish in a hidden pool, I feel connected with the rest of my family in a way I don’t get at any other time or place. I wonder if my grandfather, my great uncle, my father, my uncle, my brother, my cousins, have been on the rock before me. I bet they have, and that makes me smile.
And now, this year, my son will be going for the first time. He’s a few years too young to be on the river, but he will fish it with me one day, and that too makes me smile.