Ever since Berkeley Tuolumne Camp burned to cinders along with my childhood, I'd abandoned any notion of spending days on end in the filth and pestilence that is 'nature'. This past weekend though Erin once again fulfilled my fatherly duty and went into the woods along with the boys and her parents. I missed them terribly while I was sitting poolside with a magazine and cocktail, but she was kind enough to send me photos. I can only speculate as to the context of each:
|Nature? Nah, I'm good here on the camper carpet|
|Wood + newspaper + match = FUN! Got it!|
|I love climbing rusty metal pick-up trucks!|
|This next poem I call The Fallen Bird's Nest|
|Fire ants! YUM!!|
|No Caption Necessary|
To say I'll never head back into the woods is an exaggeration. The stubbornly idealistic people of Berkeley have set up camp at Echo Lake this summer for the more tenacious veterans of Berkeley Tuolumne Camp. At the same time they're figuring out ways to raise my childhood from the ashes of the original camp and hope to have it back in the next few years. Hopefully it will be up and running some time after Finn and Liam develop a healthy fear of wild animals, fire, and slimy things that bite.