One of the great privileges I have as a Grandfather is exposing my grandsons to the great outdoors. This weekend was one of those times. When my daughters were old enough, I was the first one to take them each camping as they became old enough. My oldest grandson (6 next month) has had a steady interest in everything outdoors so this last weekend we went. His Mom was all for it as she still remembers when I took her and the exact location to this day. He helped me pick the spot for the tent and helped set it up.
Helped gather firewood
I taught him how to build a fire using tinder, kindling and grapevine bark. (And we made fun of “city folk”that use paper to start a fire.) and using only 1 match. After that we sat , waiting for dark where he got to have his first own can of Coke.
An hour before dark his mother and little brother stopped by on the 4 wheeler to see the site. Little brother was bummed he couldn’t go but I promised he would be next and it would be just us two.
As darkness set in we lit the fire and I gave him his own LED flashlight and we sat and watched grandpa’s “magic fire “ with special colors.
As we drifted off to sleep, my mind reflected on many of the past camping trips over my lifetime and the grand memories I have from them, from
“Kid camping” to wilderness backpacking in Ohio, PA and Florida as an adult.
I only hope he treasures the “firsts” I have exposed him to as much as I do.