FAMILY CAMPING

We have waited for four summers to really do that thing called camping. We have done things like drive up and stay till its way dark or stay in hotels were we had light to get Jer.’s oxygen set up, but not in a tent in the high altitude without all the tools that tell us were he sets in oxygen saturations. BUT this is the year for that. I finally have the confidence to tell were his levels sit and know all the signs and he is really good at telling me if he needs treatments. So we packed up the car with the tents and drove a very long way up the mountains and stayed for three days and two nights simply not long enough but refreshing. I do admit that I wish we had a trailer and that I could check his sat levels a bit just to make me less nervous and because it poured rain on us one evening and soaked our tent on one side. Silver blankets work to keep wet beds warm still. He did get tired more and one morning didn’t want to get up and take the tubing off very quickly. I don’t know if it was because he wasn’t ready to play yet or if it was the oxygen level need. We hiked up to the most beautiful lake and fished, ate lunch, hiked back and cooked Dutch oven chicken. We waited forever for Tyrell to come up after work. He got lost finally making it for about two hours late Sat night but didn’t stay because Cousin Sam Owens Farwell was the next day. The last day we took the kids fishing over to a different lake and every one of them caught a fish. Of course we took them home and they learned to gut them, I cooked them with panko crumbs and butter and not one of them would taste it. That is the last time they are allowed to fish they disgrace their Indian blood by wasting what come from the earth. It was great fun but we would go more if the mom didn’t have to drag all the stuff together so after the missionary returns I think we need a trailer.