Posted on 04/05/2002 9:00:52 PM PST by acnielsen guy
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Be careful.. I could ruin your trip!!! 
After he died, I looked at his life and the way he was, and realized how eccentric he really was...when I mentionned that to my old teen friends, now much older, they all were amazed that it took me so long to realize how different and odd and funny he was...they knew it all along, because he was so different from their dads...for me, my dad and the way he was, was all I ever knew...he was really a trip and a great dad, and I have always been thankful he was mine...
MREs might be a good idea for Bill...especially if the ones you get, have the little flat heater inside the bag...all you have to do is add water to the heater bag, and it heats up and you can put the food from the MRE inside for a few minutes, heat it up, and its a hot meal...and all the food in conained in one big plastic envelope type bag, and they are not really too heavy to carry, and they are complete meals...makes things easier for Bill...he will appreciate your thoughtfulness, and thinking of helping him with his packing for his big trip...
My dad started us out camping, when we were kids, and I started my kids camping, when they were babies, just a few months old...
To me, much of the fun of going on vacation, is the camping...
When we were still living back in Chicago, and were at one of my husbands famous Memorial Day picnis, it began to rain, while we women were just beginning to cook...all the other women and children ran for the cars, the men stayed outside drinking beer in the rain...and I stayed out in the rain, just covering myself and the grill with my raincoat...
One of the guys said to me, you act as if you have been cooking in the rain all your life, it doesnt bother you, and all the other women and children have run for cover in the cars...
Well, I had by that time been a camper for many years, and having camped in rain, windstorms, one tornado, a small flood, and other catastrophes of nature, simply flipping a few burgers in the rain seemed easy...
Camping to me, is one of lifes pleasures...
Meanwhile...... Karsh was wondering just what he was supposed to do with the object in his hands.
"You really don't want to be holding that." Said a voice over his shoulder. He raised one eyebrow in response.
"And why not?" he asked as he held the flat linen looking oval shaped thing in the air dubiously.
"Because that is for womanly uses." the voice said dryly. He dropped it back where it had been.
"Oh." He turned to face the voice and was surprised to see Arselen there. Strange, three weeks ago, he'd appeared suddeny and helped with a situation that was fairly dire. Arselen organised a party in his honor, which he disinvited himself from. And now that she knew who he was, she was scared of him. And yet, here she was speaking to him. He was very confused. And the sound of her thoughts at that moment were deafening. He'd forgotten what that could sound like. He blinked his eyes clear, and poked at his ears. Did she just say something?
"... 're planning on running all over the face of the world hunting down who knows who while doing the Eternal knows what to whom and for anyone's guess what reason...." Now he remembered why he hadn't married back when he'd been king, and alive. And what did he just hear? '...why was he holding that pad?' What the blazes was a pad?
He held up his right hand to quiet her. Her voice stopped, at least to his ears. At least now he could order his thoughts. "I was under the impression that you are afraid of me. I was going to .." He never finished the sentence. She was taller than he was. When he said 'afraid of me' she snorted and started towards him. When he got to 'going to' she had gotten to 'going to' herself, and got a good hold of his tunic.
'Was it woven steel?' she wondered irelevantly as she gave him a healthy shove.
Karsh fell over backwards, bounced off of the nearby mattresses, and ended up back on his feet. Ghostly giggles could be heard from somewhere.
Arselen gave it another go. Karsh protested mightily, but bounced off the other side of the mattresses and landed on his head.
He sighed. Just another normal day for Shadowkeep. He didn't think he was ever going to make sense of this place.
"OOoh. How nice, a lover's quarrel I presume?" came a new voice. One that Karsh hadn't heard in years. One he had hoped he'd stilled all those years ago. His head popped up from beside the mattresses like a dark gopher and glared.
"Archon."
I remember a small twister blowing our tent away up in the White Mountains one summer..when we were with our own kids and maybe seeing a UFO off in the trees.. The kids were very frightened, as we all saw it and heard a strange noise at the same time.. It took us all night to gather the equipment up and get back to sleep..but we still thought about the UFO.. lol
Tenting, camping, is fun, exiting, and good for the kids.. All my kids still love it today, and now go on their own..with their little ones..
My son loves nothing better than to go up into the mountains, with his friends, all with their tents and supplies, and spending the night in the open...he camped all over Europe while a student there
Get a kid to begin camping, when they are very young, and they will be campers for life...
My kids all have it in their blood now.. and even when they visit us in the summer for overnights, they bring their tents to sleep down in the backyard.. One morning a couple summers ago, they woke up with a deer poking it's head thru the tent door..
We still love cooking outdoors, and whether it's here or at home we do it all the time.. Even at home in winter.. Nothing tastes better than food cooked out doors..
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