Tag Archives: Camping
The Bit About the Baggage
Woohooooo!!! What a feeling!! After two and a half years of staying put, I finally got away on a trip! Before Covid hit, I was in the midst of forming a happy habit of meeting friends each summer at a camp near Pinecrest Lake in Northern California. And how sweet it was to take up […]
The Marking the Day Bit
We’ve probably all been establishing new habits in these Covidian times, right? I sure have – but I’ve also noticed one long-standing habit has all but disappeared. I don’t check my calendar each morning anymore. Because my schedule – is – open. I do still flip over the wall calendar page every month just to […]
The Travels With My Dad Bit
Yup – summertime is here! Time for barbecues, beach days, and from the days of my youth, time for hitting the road! I devoted my last post to trips I took with dear Mummy, so I thought it only fair to shift my focus for Father’s Day month to travels with my dad! Of course, […]
The Waking Up Among the Pines Bit
Summertime is here! That glorious season when we get to indulge in our favorite vacation pastimes! In recent years, I’ve gotten to revive what was once a cherished summer tradition: I’m gonna go camping! According to Mum, I’ve been roughing it pretty much all my life – although the same was far from true for […]
Finland: The 17 in ’17 Bit (Part 1)
Welcome to another “17 in ’17” installment! Recently, I offered a Canadian love call to celebrate the 150th birthday of my neighbors to the north. This time, I’m singing the praises of Finland – the land of all my lovely Mum’s grandparents – in this, the 100th anniversary year of its independence! Here, in no […]
The Bit of a Camping Conundrum
Recently, I faced a pretty big decision about continuing a relationship. Not one with a person – but with a place. See, last summer my lovely friend Suszi invited me to spend a week with her and her crew at the Lair of the Bear. It’s a camp for UC Berkeley grads near Pinecrest Lake […]
The Finding Lost Lake Bit
Once upon a bygone Oregon time, there stood an old log cabin on the banks of Lost Lake. My dad and his family would spend weeks at a time there when he was a little boy, and this rustic wilderness sanctuary was very special to them. So special I’ve come to find that although time […]
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