Heartsick?
Wow...this is my 2nd entry today. Hahahaha.
Anyways.
Yesterday, Dave mentioned wanting to go camping with a group of people later this summer. Of course I was all over that like white on rice. I loooove camping, that was a summer staple when I was growing up (of course, by "camping" I mean in an RV :-p).
That got me thinking & I did some research today & found the website of the place where I used to go camping all the time. http://www.cranhillranch.com/index.html for those interested.
That place was almost like a second home to me in my childhood. Every summer, we'd spend at least a month out of the summer (a week here & there throughout the summer) at the camp. My church was also highly involved with the camp & we held youth retreats there every fall/spring (which I went to even when I was young because my dad was involved with the youth group, so we camped up there for the weekend of the retreats). I also did week-long summer camp sessions in middle school/high school. I knew the area like the back of my hand.
I miss it so much. I miss the kayaking, the horseback riding, the bike rides with my sister to explore every nook & cranny of the area, the playing on the playgrounds, the campfires & songs & camping food ("Tonkas"), the swimming in the lake, the getting candy at the barnstore, the petting the animals at the 'petting zoo', the hayrides, the fishing with my dad, the people that we met, all of the experiences.
That place was such a central part of my youth & growing up. I love my memories from that place (yes, even the bad ones (like getting the wind knocked out of me (1st & only time that's ever happened) when I fell off a swing, getting stung by bees, etc. etc.)...altho there are so many good ones that out number the bad ones). I can't even describe it...I absolutely adored that place. I haven't been there in 5-6 years. I wonder how much it has changed, & how much has stayed the same.
Anyways.
Yesterday, Dave mentioned wanting to go camping with a group of people later this summer. Of course I was all over that like white on rice. I loooove camping, that was a summer staple when I was growing up (of course, by "camping" I mean in an RV :-p).
That got me thinking & I did some research today & found the website of the place where I used to go camping all the time. http://www.cranhillranch.com/index.html for those interested.
That place was almost like a second home to me in my childhood. Every summer, we'd spend at least a month out of the summer (a week here & there throughout the summer) at the camp. My church was also highly involved with the camp & we held youth retreats there every fall/spring (which I went to even when I was young because my dad was involved with the youth group, so we camped up there for the weekend of the retreats). I also did week-long summer camp sessions in middle school/high school. I knew the area like the back of my hand.
I miss it so much. I miss the kayaking, the horseback riding, the bike rides with my sister to explore every nook & cranny of the area, the playing on the playgrounds, the campfires & songs & camping food ("Tonkas"), the swimming in the lake, the getting candy at the barnstore, the petting the animals at the 'petting zoo', the hayrides, the fishing with my dad, the people that we met, all of the experiences.
That place was such a central part of my youth & growing up. I love my memories from that place (yes, even the bad ones (like getting the wind knocked out of me (1st & only time that's ever happened) when I fell off a swing, getting stung by bees, etc. etc.)...altho there are so many good ones that out number the bad ones). I can't even describe it...I absolutely adored that place. I haven't been there in 5-6 years. I wonder how much it has changed, & how much has stayed the same.