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[Byrnesville, Summer 1959] It was more of a real camp out this way; the other times were in the backyard with blanket tents held together with clothespins on a rope between a fence post and a tree. Backyard camping wasn't real because of the easy security of being able to walk right into the house during any time of the night. Here though, way up the hill on the flat top of the boney dump, was real camping. |
| The boney pile was old, it was merging again with the hill from which it came, the blackness of coal had been leached out by rain and sun, and plants were making a comeback. Someone loaned us a dark green canvas tent, we spent time making up our beds with blankets, sheets, and pillows borrowed from home. We collected rocks to circle our fire pit and rounded up enough wood for the night. In the afternoon we worried each other about the weather and wondered if it would rain.
We borrowed flashlights and batteries, filled a canteen full of grape soda or orange pop, packed cookies, and a deck of cards. We had an old black iron fry pan and a big pot. We dragged a comfortable log over and placed it for sitting by the fire. We used our pocket knives to cut and sharpen long thin branches from trees for roasting marsh mellows and hotdogs over the fire. | |
Monday, June 1. 2009
Camping Out Boney Pile Style
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