Going to Electric City, WA feels almost as good as going home. I'm not sure of the exact number of years my family has been setting up camp at the same hilly campground, but I promise I'm not exaggerating when I write that the Banks Lake tradition has been around for a good 23 years. . . . .who would have guessed I'd be grown and bringing my husband and 4 children there? There has always been a little part of me deep inside that hoped that the tradition would still be alive and going strong when I was old and grey. I have so many fond memories of this place that I wanted nothing more than for my children to experience the magic of the rock?. . .the lake?. ..or is it the campground? Really. . .when I really think about Banks Lake . ..it is so much more than cliff jumping off a rock, water skiing on the lake or sitting around a roaring campfire. The magic of this place lies in the people, the memories, and the time spent together. While we don't require a Banks Lake to draw our family closer together it has become a gathering place were relationships can be strengthened and memories created. I love this lake and more importantly what it represents in my life. With all the ups and downs I experienced, that we all experience in life, there was always Banks Lake. Our family didn't vacation in Hawaii, Mexico, or tour Europe. . . . every year we did the same vacation. . . Banks Lake. I don't believe any one of us kids would have had it any other way. The closeness that it has brought to our family is indescribable. I'm grateful that as adults we have made the effort to go with our own families and babies. Thank you to everyone that helped keep this tradition alive. At first thought, I would classify myself as a hotel and pool kind of girl. . .but when I really think about it I'm most certain that I wouldn't trade my tent and sleeping bag for the world. Who would have thought camping could be so fun??
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Have you ever noticed that when you attend a social gathering or family party that each of the attendees seem to fill a particular role. . . you have your wall flower, your busy body, chatty Cathy, don't forget the social butterfly. . . well. . . whether you put a name to them or not they are there. . . I suppose the same is true when you are camping. :)
Daddy-O ~ Commander and Chief
True to form, our childhood patriarch still lead the entire party. Dad decided where we played, when we left, and when we ate... all without saying a single word. I guess when you got it, you got it.
Joel ~ Mellow Yellow with a hairy bum crack
Jacqualynn Grace ~ Whiskey Tango with an attitude
Let's not jump to any conclusions . . .just because Ross is a pilot doesn't mean I have this desire to categorize everything he does with a pilot type metaphor. However, Ross was there when anybody needed a wingman. He'll build a cold girl a fire, talk story with a group until 12 O'clock at night, then turn around and take some rookies behind the boat at morning's first light.. . Ross you can be my wingman anytime.
Hayley ~ Embryo with an attitude