"This True Story Was First Told Around a
Campfire"
TRUE CAMPFIRE STORY #13
TALE OF THE CURIOUS TOTS
Our kids have been camping since
they were very, very young; Ty hiking the
falls of Yosemite when he was -2 months old;
Ty -2 Months Old
Remy braving the Grand
Canyon, Tetons, and Yellowstone when she was 3 months old.
Remy 3 Months Old
Early in their lives, they learned the intricacies of camping;
Remy 3
not
falling into the campfire, drinking bugs, burning to a glowing red,
stepping barefoot on sharp rocks or hot sand, burning their mouths
with hot leaky marshmallows and sizzling hot dogs; learning rock hopping a stream,
catching fish and cleaning fish,
Ty's First Brookie
Remy's Rainbows
following a trail,
Ty 7 - Wilderness Hike
counting shooting
stars, and fighting mosquitos and biting flies. Yes, they were
champions of the forest; little denizens from "Lord of the Flies".
Still, they were children. They wouldn't eat their veggies, they tried
to eat all the candy and drink all the sodas the first day. They whined
and fought with each other, and with us, especially at bedtime. It was
just like being at home! We were exasperated!!
I can't recall exactly what their ages were when we found the perfect
solution, but they were still very young; probably about 5 and 8. Now,
you may say that there is no solution, or you may be dumbstruck that
you never found the solution, but it's a 'True Story'.
Our clever idea was to quit fighting them; 'No More Rules'.
When we got to camp we sprang our little trap on them. Once we had our
camp set up, we told them of the new rule; no rules. They were
dumbfounded! "Watcha mean?", one of them whined. "Well", I explained,
"you get up when you want, eat and drink what you want, wash when you
want, and go to bed when you want." They looked at each other
quizzically, and then they smiled, running off into the woods to the
sound of their 'yippees'. Mom and Dad were a little concerned, but we
knew that, being God-like creatures to these mere mortals, we could
always return to the old law; 'Rules'.
It all seemed so natural as one of them asked if they could have some
candy, I replied, "Sure, you don't have to ask. Have all you want, but
we'll be here for 5 days, so you'll have to decide when you want to run
out." The same response came when they asked for a soda, or chips.
When dinner time approached, I called the kids to let them know it was
ready, if they wanted to eat now. They both came right away??? Ty sat
at the table, excused himself, saying, "I think I'd better wash my
hands." (Author's note: Previously, he had never washed his hands,
unless he was screamed at!) Remy went into the soda-laden ice chest to
get a drink and came out with fruit juice; this was getting curious.
They both ate most of their meals, including their veggies; hmmmm.
Later that evening, around the campfire, we had our usual tales,
accented with hot dogs and flaming marshmallows. One of them asked when would
they have to go to bed. They were told, "Whenever you want to." Soon,
to the accompaniment of many yawns, one of them announced their being
tired and was soon off to bed; the other followed shortly. We were
amazed! It was only 9 o'clock. We smiled at each other; hmmmm?
In the morning, as we were cooking breakfast, both of the little
darlings got up, took their towels, soap, and toothbrushes, and
returned spotless. After breakfast, they applied their sun screens and
bug repellents and went on their daily adventures. We were at peace.
We'd lounge around our campsite and decide on our days activities.
Peace at Lower Salmon Lake
We were at our boat-in campsite at Loon Lake, in the
Crystal Basin, and had just put
out a forest fire, left by careless campers with their fire ring set on
thick pine needles and roots soil. The next day we decided on a hike
into the Rubicon Basin, up to beautiful Spider Lake.
From our campsite at Burnside Lake we saw the beautiful peaks in the
distance.
From our Burnside Lake camping
spot
We decided to see what it was like from the top of one of
the peaks.
Mountain Top
We took a 12 shot panorama photo of the of the entire horizon!
Forever after, on hundreds of trips, this was the rule; 'No Rules'. If
one of us accidentally told them what to do, we were quickly reminded
of the rule! As we'd drive through the hot summer central valley of
California, with the windows down, singing along with the John Denver
tapes, the kids would add a new lyric to the songs of "Rocky Mountain
High" or "Grandma's Feather Bed"; 'No Rules', La la la; 'No Rules, La
la la!
All four of us smiled!
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2004, Carport's True Stories
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