One of my very best childhood memories were of our family's camping trips in Northern California. Camping and fishing and hunting, in a primitive area far away from other people and cars and radios (no TV back then !). Our love of camping came from our Dad, and his love came from his own father. I recently came upon these photos hidden away in some of my late uncle's belongings. The photos were tiny, only about 2x3 inches, but thanks to our computer age, here they are, enlarged and in glorious sepia.

I love photos, and take a lot of them. But I especially love those old photos, the ones we discover now and then from many years ago.

Here are some of them.

By the way, these were the last 'men only' camping trips in our family. You might enjoy another article that begins just a years later, when Dad my brother and I were old enough to join him in the wilderness where we learned to camp out and, perhaps best of all, catch lots of trout. It's called 'Eighteen Months in a Sleeping Bag' and you can find it at http://www.worldisround.com/articles/28544/?e .