A few days ago we decided to make a trip back down to Missouri. Since we hope to one day make our home down there, regular visits make sense. Of course a bigger reason right now is a visit with friends that moved back to the area from Alaska.
So next week we are heading down to the Branson area for a few days at a local campground. Now, we haven’t been camping in about 18 or 19 years and I’m not even sure we can seriously call this trip a “camping” trip. After all, we’ll be staying in a cabin at the campground 🙂 Yet, something about knowing that we’re going to be at a campground creates excitement that I haven’t felt in the last 18-19 years.
Our camping experience all those years ago involved good friends, good food, laughter, exploration, and the great outdoors. While I know there were moments of camping that weren’t always fun, I’m having a difficult time remembering those not so fun moments. All I seem to remember are the good times and I’m ready to have some good times again while we’re cabin camping.