When I was growing up on Vancouver Island, I used to love camping. My friends and I would pitch a tent and set up camp right at this spot, the Little Qualicum River Estuary, where the Little Qualicum River flows into the ocean. My friend's father owned property there, and we would set up camp for the whole summer. One summer Roy Orbison gave a concert in a town a few miles away. My friend and I hitch-hiked to the concert, got into the concert for free, and got free rides home afterwards. Oh, to be 17 again.
Camping was great fun, and we had our camp set up like pioneers. We bathed and washed our hair and our clothing in the river. We cooked over a camp fire and slept peacefully every night in our sleeping bags, after a day of swimming and hiking. After a while, living outdoors became almost second nature. We wanted for nothing, we had everything we needed -- we thought. Today my cousin George sent me a picture of the latest in camping equipment. Just when folks thought they had everything for the great outdoors, et voila!