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Camping

 

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A repost, because it is summer. High summer, because of the legal weed here in Canada. I loved sleeping in my tent many times (AND in campgrounds), and did so with friends on many memorable occasions.

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I am a Sansei, with two teens, and a hamster. This blog is a repository for ideas and observations, expressed in cartoon form, by and large. A bit of a journal too. Feel free to follow me on INSTAGRAM @ WILTOONS, (the Twitter for people who like to go out) where I post a journal comic. Thanks for dropping by! The pic is of me and my boy Peter Noone of Herman's Hermits. (not really a fan but he wanted his pic with me) © Wilton Sugiyama and Wiltoons, 2009 to 2020. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this site’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Wilton Sugiyama and Wiltoons with appropriate and specific direction to the original content. So there.

3 thoughts on “Camping

  1. 😄 I was never one for camping, as we had a summer cottage. We did have lots of picnics, though, just a hop, skip, and a jump, away from the cottage, in case a bee or something came around to scare us inside.

    1. Haha a most horrifying sight in nature – the bee! Dad built a trailer that we all slept in, and I use that term loosely. A cottage would have been nice – something NOT on wheels. Camped in tents and cabins for many years from about age 8 onward, in SW Manitoba, Squamish, and Gambier Island off the West Coast. It is extremely satisfying to camp, somehow. Making a home for yourself in the wilderness! These days we never want to be more than a stone’s throw from a hot tub lol. (Wife and I camped a lot early on – she wasn’t as a fan as me.)

  2. Oh, the treasured memories you have missed, memories like: being jolted awake at 2 am by a ground-shaking clap of thunder, rapidly followed by a torrential downpour of rain that overwhelmed the tent. The roof leaked but the floor did not leak so a small lake formed under the sleeping bag. I huddled on the highest point of the floor until it grew light enough to strike the tent, reload the canoe, and flee back down the lake. That’s just one of many memorable camping adventures, and still, incredibly, I love camping.

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