the river

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.

20 thoughts on “the river

  1. As the father of two sons, let me tell you that the bond you are about to build your own son will something that last many lifetimes – yours, his, his son’s – like your father and his father before him and his father before him. Cherish each fleeting moment and treat it as if you’ll never fish again, for soon The Prince will be The King to his own Prince- like his father and his father before him….

    • Thank you for the comments and the advice. I am cherishing each moment… trying to at least. It’s kind of trippy to think that one day the little prince will also be taking his children camping… I wonder if he will stick to this tradition too, or if he will forge new traditions for his family… It’s all just one grand adventure at this point, with no end in sight.

    • Hat, check. Sunscreen? Interesting story – “they” are now saying that no sunscreen is safe to put on children under 6 months old – their skin is too sensitive and can absorb everything… I’m not really sure what the means, but it sounded pretty scary. We’ll just have to make sure he has plenty of shade – which shouldn’t be a problem in amongst the big trees and with all the extra amenities we are bringing up.

  2. I used to love camping, but now as I’ve grown older, it appeals to me less. But I think I will take my not-yet-born children for at least a weekend. I mean, you have to experience it at least once or twice in your life and then let them decide if they want to continue to go as they get older. Good luck with the 3 month old though! Can’t imagine doing that…

    Have a GREAT time.

    • It does seem a bit much… but, I keep coming back to the fact that my parents took me at 3 months old, so I know it is doable. I think it will be fun… a lot of work for sure, but still a lot of fun.

    • I will. I think that post (or posts) are going to be a whole lot of fun to write too. How exactly can I capture in words his expression at gazing with wide eyed wonder towards the towering trees? Or the expression of confusion at the sound of the roaring river? Oh, it’s going to be so much fun.

    • Legacy / tradition… yep. Going on the family camping trip every summer is one of the things I look forward to the most. I hope I can make it fun for the little prince too so he wants to keep it up.

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