Camping

I loved camping when I was a kid. My parents used to take our family all the time, and one of our favorite spots was up in Prichard. Those trips were everything. My siblings and I would spend hours playing in the river—laughing, splashing, just being kids. But my absolute favorite part of camping? The campfires. There was something so magical about sitting around the fire with everyone and feeling the warmth on my face. And the food—oh, the food cooked over the fire was the best! Nothing beats that smoky, rustic flavor.

For some odd reason, I’d always end up collecting pine cones. I don’t know why, but I loved it. It became this little ritual of mine, wandering around the campsite, looking for the best ones to add to my collection. And then there were my older siblings—they’d bring their paintball guns and have full-on battles in the mountains. They’d come back with their clothes streaked in blue and red paint and the occasional bruise.

We always brought our animals with us, too. I still remember how much fun they had, running around and exploring. They were just as much a part of those trips as the rest of us.

Now, as a parent, I can’t wait to pass these traditions on to my son Wes. I want him to have those same unforgettable adventures and feel the magic of camping the way I did. There’s something so special about being out in nature, making memories, and carrying on the little things that made childhood so sweet. I just know it’s going to be amazing.

With Love,

Miriah ♡