Home is where the heart is. ~Pliny the Elder
Making another voyage to Parker Dam this past weekend, proved to be as nice of a time, as our other trips. It was funny though, for some reason I really payed attention to my neighbors. First, I'd like to explain that we always camp in the area approved for dogs. Our favorite spot is lot number 90. A nice little section out of the way, just outside the woods and near the restrooms and not far from the showers.
On Saturday, when Kyle and I were coming back from the Parker Dam beach, while riding my bike waiting for Kyle to drop his attitude and catch up to me, which incidentally he was moving so slow he could have grew moss, I people watched. On a side note, I was reminded of something said to me last time we were riding our bikes at Parker Dam. Kyle said, "Aunt Heather, we are on self propelled two wheel transportation devices." I have no idea where that came from, but it shot out of his mouth and almost made me fall off of my bike. Anyway, as I peddled along, for some reason I really paid attention to the eclectic group of individuals staying on the camp grounds. Some visitors only stay a night and move on, while others set up camp for what seems like a lifetime. As different and unique as our fingerprints, same goes for the camp site setups and their dwellings.
Looking around at the different types of campers, meaning the vehicle they reside in while camping, not a reference to the person, I was utterly amazed! Some camp sites are very rugged, getting back to the basics with a simple tent on the ground, while others set up a second home complete with satellite TV and a name plate posted in front of their temporary residence. To be honest, I never noticed everyone else before. We tend to stay to our own little rented out corner until it's time to depart. Personally, I really don't care what everyone else it doing. I, like my family, enjoy a little solitude and peace with nature, however as I peddled along my eyes were wide open. I couldn't believe what I saw! I mean lights strung up in all shapes and sizes including chili peppers and ice-cream cones; a neon palm tree stuck in the ground with pink flamingos positioned all around; potted plants hanging from awnings; and huge tents to fit a wedding party staked to the ground. Can you believe others take all that extra time for such embellishments while camping? You better believe it!
I'm a pretty simple traveler no matter the destination Traveling Habits, only taking the essentials, not extra stuff. That certainly holds true for camping. Before we left and started packing up the camper, I thought to myself, 'Boy this is a lot of work just for one weekend. Is this really worth it for a two hour trip, a three day stay in a camper?' I can't imagine how long it takes those elaborate campers to pack up for their weekend stay, let alone set up camp.
You know, at first I can sit back and kind of make fun and laugh, but the more I looked, the more I noticed something, these little pieces of grassy lots holding all this stuff, is a home. It certainly is that way for us. In fact, there was a couple of times mom would say, "When we get back home", meaning our camper. It's true what they say, 'Home Is Where the Heart Is'. And as I watched everyone have a great time, their heart was fully into camping, maybe not so ruggedly but the experience was there. It almost made me feel like I was a part of something bigger.
My parents had a neighbor, the Davis' who used to take their RV camping. They even had an electric golf cart so they could drive around the camp grounds visiting friends and socializing. We are not that outgoing, but we did manage to break away for our isolation to chit chat with a few of our neighbors, who were nice and very interesting. The one lady was in a wheelchair, yet she liked to camp, so their beast of a camper called the Wolf Pack folded down in the rear, allowing her to drive her motorized transportation up into her safe haven.
There was another lady walking her dog and kitten. Yep! Kitten! A cute little tiger striped eight week old kitten. The fury feline walked alongside the lady and her husband, while he walked their dog. Now that kitten got me to stop and make a friend, as did Kyle. He was obsessed with the fur ball! When I told her I also brought my cat, she said, "O ya! I had to, she's still on the bottle and I didn't want to leave her with my other cats. I thought people would think I'm weird, camping with a cat." I totally laughed and said, ...
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