Hi Dee,
Here goes your grama again. This story is going to be about camping.
I worked eleven to seven at nite for about thirty years at the
Watsonville hospital. I had every other week end off --- Friday,
Saturday and Sunday. Those are the weekends we went camping
and deer hunting. I would get off work, get the kids off to school and
then I would pack up for the weekend - food and clothes for all. I
think the kids could tell you dad and I always had a fight about where we
were going to park. But after a while things settled down and we got
unpacked.
We never just had our kids but at least three more friends of
the kids. It's good we had a van and seat belts were not required.
We found this place called Bagby on the Merced River. It was a
beautiful place to fish, swim and camp and we all loved it. We have a
small aluminum boat that John and the boys would put on top of the van
plus a small gold dredge. We would go down river to fish and dredge and
John would have to make two trips to get us all there. I would make a
big lunch to take and we would day camp all day. We did get a few pieces
of gold and lots of fish but most of all we had fun.
Now it's time for deer hunting. Both of my boys are deer hunters plus
there dad so we always had deer in our freezer. I don't like deer meat
but John and the boys did. I liked where we used to hunt. Both Bagby and our hunting campsite were great. We camped on this little stream
that we even fished on and caught trout. Both of our campsites were
about three hours from home and this one is known as the scout camp.
Enough from this crazy old lady.
Love you.
Mom, grama, and great