Ironically, I grew up in a family that didn’t do much camping. I’m talking about my immediate family. Mom and Dad, brothers and sisters. And to this day, only my oldest sister does a lot of regular camping, but not without the kick ass trailer that has a tv, kitchen and a queen size bed in it. Don’t get me wrong, nice to have comfort, but my idea of cling is sleeping in the dirt… Though I’m sure that gets a bit rusty as ya get older.
Believe it or not, it was my Dad that instilled most of my love for the outdoors in me. Hard as he tried with Baseball, it never stuck. But the short hikes up the canyon climbed to me like a wonderful parasite. And his brothers that constantly took my brother and fishing and camping by the lake in our youth. That’s where my love for sleeping in the dirt comes into play. I remember sleeping by the lake shore with the pole cast into waters depth and one hand holding onto it.
The greatest accomplishment I’ve ever achieved in my life is my two children. When I look at them, I see the best of me in them. And most times, the similarities are uncanny. Ever since their birth, I’ve desired to instill a love for Mother Earth into their souls. Teaching them my thoughts of global climate change, recycle/reuse/reduce. And just the simple beauty that this world has blessed upon us. Don’t destroy it, love it, nurture it, and respect it.
So once a year, I take my boys on a road trip. This I actually did get from my parents. Every year we took an annual road-trip, usually to SoCal or Washington. Always involved visiting family, cuz hey, a free place to crash and see loved ones. Probably why I desire my freedom and rebirth so much. But in these annual trips with my boys, I tend to throw in a visit to a National Park or two. That stems from the memory deep in my soul of how awe inspired I was when I first saw the Redwoods. I honestly have no recollection of any other national park growing up.
In the past few years, I have shared my first experiences with my boys in some of the Wests most beloved National Parks. Yellowstone, Grand Tetons, Yosemite, RMNP, Capitol Reef, Bryce and of-course Zion. We’ve made memories, some of which have been captured in photograph.
This year I decided to go visit most of Oregon’s 7 wonders. I could never have imagined this state had so many breathtaking sites. I literally fell in love with the coast, I didn’t want to leave. From the shore line covered rocky beaches, to the quaint little beach towns, and beautiful state parks covering miles coast line. Northern California to the tip of Oregon, I highly recommend driving the entire highway 101. Make the trip leisurely, take your time, make a point to hike a little, eat local. You will no doubt fall in love with the coast too.