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Camp Carter By Kathi Daley: Review/Giveaway/Guest Post

by Kathleen Costa
& Kathi Daley



Well…the decision to go camping with a bunch of pre-teens is questionable, not having a bathroom close by is inconvenient, and being six-weeks pregnant with nausea is crazy, but, when Zoe heads off to the kitchen to get some saltines and club soda, and finds a dead body in the pantry? That’s just insane! To make matters worse the victim had a chance to call 911, and the police find Zoe covered in blood with the knife in her hands.

Camping

by Maria Ruiz



“Let’s go camping.” my husband, Bob, said.
Visions of families around campfires flashed through my mind. Stories of camping families were everywhere. Why should we be different? It is almost un-American to deprive ourselves of the fun of camping. “Sure, I’d love to,” I replied. I would learn to regret those words.

Wilderness Preparedness

by Brian Wall




When is the last time you were consciously thankful for trash bags? Has a trash bag ever given you hope? Has one ever lifted your spirits in a dismal situation? Silly questions, I know, except for the likes of Natalya Manko. Natalya was out for a pleasure hike to Lake Ingalls in Wenatchee National Forest in Washington when, to her misfortune, she hiked too far and completely missed the lake. She quickly became lost as the snow covered the trail, and spent the next three frigid nights alone in the snow. What likely saved her life was a simple large trash bag, which she wrapped herself in at night to keep herself dry.

Alder Creek Campground

by Brian Wall



Camping can take all sorts of forms–from creating a shelter using the supplies available in the forest to parking your RV in a well groomed RV park and busting out the lawn chairs. I recently monitored the progress of British explorer Felicity Aston, who spent 59 days alone crossing Antarctica–the first woman to do this ever in history! That’s 59 days with no human contact, no shower, no bathroom, in -22 degree weather!

RV Road Trip

by Penny Warner



I haven’t been camping in over twenty years. I have pictures of the kids, filthy from head to toe, as proof that I did go camping at least once. But the experience was so traumatic—all that dirt and those bugs and stuff—I swore the next time I went camping it would be at the Marriott—and I’d live without room service.

Camping At “The Indians”

by Brian Wall




No doubt, the first pioneers to crest the Sierra Nevada rushed our great Valley with ground-kissing vows to never brave those hills again. Aside from a few rebel jaunts in search of Big Foot and that whole gold rush thing that saved California from a budget impasse, surely they were content to stick to the Valley floor.

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