Dad and Mother took us camping at every opportunity, it was a good entertainment for a military family of low income (as all military families are), it was also a way to teach us outdoor safety skills. When they could they took us to National Historical Monuments, where they related the true history (and folk lore) behind them. I can remember walking through the empty dwelling areas of the the New Mexican Native American Indian historical grounds, that were open to the public, and it seemed to me like I could still see The People proudly stepping and dancing out their histories to the beat of the drums as they celebrated their powwows so many years before. We visited caves so deep and dark a person couldn't see their hand in front of their face, let alone be sure you would get back out unless you kept hold of the hand you were holding until they turned the lights back on.
We kids and our parents hiked the trails among trees so tall I remember having to lay on my back just to see the top of them without falling over backwards; we learned how to "shoot the rapids" without a boat or canoe in water so fast moving and freezing you couldn't feel your toes after the first ride down the ten foot "shoot". We even learned how to follow a trail as well as cover one up, I think I need to re-learn the latter part all over again, which means I'm probably rusty at the former too. :)
It's really important to me that all of you know, that I'm willing to get together to go Geocaching. Just drop me an email through Geocaching.com or get my information from the IGO site. I'd be happy to go if I'm available!
Blessings to all, and keep on Caching everyone, CUSoon.
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