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[trisherina]

Camping in the Rockies with my brother, sister and parents when I was six or so - we would drive west in our blue VW beetle until the roads got so poor that we couldn't go any further, and then we'd hike in to find a good spot and set up two tents and stay for a few days. I loved the sounds of the grouse beating their wings at night, the time we found a spot by a creek with a little waterfall that I pretended to fish for the minnows in using long fronds of wheatgrass tipped with wild strawberries, and one very special day that I spent "climbing" (on the horizontal) a huge gnarly lodgepole pine that had fallen near the spot we chose to set up camp. It was very safe.