Yesterday's
prompt was about camping and memorable trips.
Camping sends me
back down memory lane to my days as a kiddo.
In fact, this past summer H. converted our old family videos to digital
format and we enjoyed the summer evenings watching flash backs from my
childhood. The first video opens with me
and my sister sitting around in lawn chairs being cheesy for the camera. Then I'm playing with a paddle, my feet
dangling off the edge of the chair, my hair in a white-blond curly mess,
rambling about something or other that I can even barely understand with my
squeaky 3-year old voice. We had just
arrived at our campsite after a long drive - you can see the length of the
drive in my parents strained expressions, apparently I was grumpy during the
ride. My mom is about 6 months pregnant
with my baby brother, and I can imagine that camping is not very comfortable
for her at that moment, yet we are roughing it.
A snapshot from those family videos - I was sent to wake my older sister sleeping in the tent. By the way - look at that tent - it's an oldie but a goodie. |
This was a pretty
standard family vacation for us in those days - we went canoeing and camping
somewhere in Missouri or Nebraska, or for a real treat, Colorado. My most vivid memories of camping at that age
involve the Colorado trip where I saw the Milky Way for the first time; it was
so bright, that creamy splash of stars across the sky. I remember enjoying the cozy feeling after
the sun went down and the night air became chilly; we would put on our
sweatshirts and sit around a fire roasting marshmallows and making smores.
Other memories are
harder to revive - I was so little.
However, circulating family stories and, or course, the videos bring
back snippets of those fun, family trips.
For example, my mom loves telling everyone (including a committee member
that we happened to meet at an art event) that I was potty-trained on a
canoe/camping trip. [See Mom - now I'm
sharing with the whole world! :-) ] I'm not sure what it was about the canoeing
that helped me potty train, but I take it as a sure sign that I was born with a
deep connection for the outdoors.
I feel most at peace
and authentic when walking or just being outside. These days it is hard to get outside of the
city to an area where nature is more than a patch of mowed grass and a few
planted trees. So I enjoy the walks
through campus and through our downtown neighborhood, where culture and nature
seem to somewhat peacefully co-exist (on some level). Yet, I yearn to really
get outdoors and take a hike, pitch a tent.
This summer H. and I
are planning to do just that. A while
back I mentioned that I was itching to explore the Maras mountains, yet the
winter weather wasn't conducive for taking a hike. This summer - after our Turkish wedding - we
are going to try to enjoy the outdoors a bit more. Take a small trip, hike in the mountains,
pitch our tent and see how well it works against whatever weather may come our
way. It might be uncomfortable, it might
be a sleepless night and then a day of sore hips and shoulders (sleeping on the
ground is not for the weak!). Yet it
will be another memory, one we will share together.
Hopefully one day
when we have little kiddos of our own we'll pack up the car, or the backpacks,
and head out of whatever city we are living in to savor a bit of nature. To learn about quiet, and how to visit a place
without leaving a trace - no human tracks of garbage to follow us back down the
mountain.
Some may think that
camping is for the privileged, and I would agree. Camping gear is typically expensive and it's
a vacation - not camping for survival.
Yet, I think it is important for the privileged to remit some of their
privilege - even if just for the weekend.
It may not change the ways of some, but for others it may create a
connection with the environment, with nature, with other humans, that may lead
to lasting lifestyle change or just viewing the world in a new way. Even if the only outcome from camping is
stronger relationships and a bit of relaxation, then it has served to bring
more joy in the world, and that is enough for me.
I am curious, have others gone camping in Turkey? Or in other countries? What have been your experiences camping in a
different culture?