March 15 - Camping

Each day this week I will choose a picture from morguefile.com and base my slice off of it.

Out of all the times I've gone hiking or camping, a few stand out:

1. Last year towards the beginning of school we had our first field trip. No one was particularly excited, though the anticipation built because we didn't know where we were going. the day of the trip came, and everyone dressed semi appropriately: warmish clothes, lunch, water bottle, etc. It was't a problem until we found out we were going to Chief Mountain. Some of us, including myself, had hiked there before, and remembered it to be an okay place to hike. We got there and there was snow everywhere. Above tree line it was even worse. The wind practically blew us of the mountains and froze our breath away at the same time.
2. When I was younger my family went camping a lot, and it was a blast. The best trip was to Turquoise Lake. We went back there several times with our family and friends, and now everything is a jumbled mess of memories. I remember playing along the shore in several spots, fishing and not catching anything, finding salamanders, making "Kids Island," and spilling chili down my front when we were eating in our tent's porch while it was raining. All memories are good, some better than others, but I would love to go back.
3. One summer my mom and her friend were training to climb a fourteener. My brother, our friends, her, and I went hiking a lot that summer. We went to this forested area just off the highway that I had been to with school. We had lots of fun almost trespassing on private property, eating trail mix, and doing other super secret activities that ended up involving an orange cricket on my hand.

As you can see, I have many positive memories of hiking and the great outdoors, and plan on making many more.