BANNER
koi sidebar

A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 12, Number 4, December 2018
line


Catherine J.S. Lee
Eastport, Maine, USA


Roughing It

It was my grandparents who ruined camping for me. Or maybe they ruined me for camping. Or maybe both.

Our family reunion was held each Labor Day weekend in a hardwood grove that bore our surname. My parents and I stayed at a cousin’s farmhouse, but many, including my grandparents, tented on-site. Grampy and Grammy’s big green army tent was outfitted with their bed from home, a chest of drawers, and an antique ironstone commode set—bowl, pitcher, soap dish, and slop jar — for washing up. I thought that was how everyone camped.

Going to Girl Scout camp for the first and only time, I was appalled to discover we’d be sleeping on the ground. On the ground! One night of that was more than enough for me.

campfire ghost stories
the long dark walk
to the outhouse

line

end

| contents page | next haibun |

koi sidebar r
contents