Roadtrip to the “Good Ole Days”
I’m not sure why some people get so caught up in the re-enactment lifestyle. I mean, I like historical books and movies, but I can’t picture spending my summers traipsing from one primitive campground to another. Washing out of a bucket and using porta-johns.
I used to go camping when my kids were small and I enjoyed it, but we went to campgrounds with shower facilities and we usually took a butane stove with us to do our cooking. Plus it was only for a weekend here and there, but I guess there are some people on the Battleground circuit who only go once or twice a season. But, it seems like an awfully expensive hobby if that’s the most you intend to practice it.
As I wandered the camping area on Saturday, many people were more intent on napping than anything else. The heat had taught them the “siesta” mode of operation. I noticed that some campers were more intent on staying true to the era than others. There were quite a few cleverly concealed ice chests scattered around and several of the “beds” looked more like air mattresses with quilts over them than feather beds. Most tent flaps were shut and I speculate that it was mostly to conceal modern conveniences. …