Jellystone park in Sturgeon Bay Wisconosin was hearven.
It was my favorite camping place as a child. We would go with another family every year for a week every summer. One year we traveled to Arkansas and through the Ozark Mountains. We tried a few other campgrounds in Wisconsin, but my favorite was Jellystone in Sturgeon Bay.
When we went to this campground, we kids would pack our swimsuits on the top of our suitcases and when we arrived, we would immediately head to the pools. It was amazing that when we arrived back at our campsite, the tents were up, lights were strung, picnic tables were placed, and the fire was built. Continue reading
Some of my more memorable vacations were those spent on Labor Day Weekends. It was always a huge project for me since I was the one who seemed to instigate this event. During the earlier weeks of summer, my family would go camping. I could have stayed in my tent for the duration of the summer. I just loved our camping experiences. I loved having people around me to enjoy, and I loved being outdoors no matter the weather. To me this was summer.
Our family has a wonderful tradition of taking a 2-week family vacation every summer. It first started when we would go camping at Spikehorn Campgrounds near Bailey’s Harbor in Door County. We would arrange for campsites that were next to each other. Each year on New Year’s Eve, I would call the fellow who made the arrangements. We spoke so often, that he would send me an annual Christmas card. 
But anyway, to operate Jemall, you needed a screwdriver to stop the windshield cleaning system from spraying and wiping your windows if you dared to brush the button. When it rained, water puddled on the floor of the backseat. Pins held up the headliner. Ice and fog regularly formed on the inside of the windows. You had to manually lock all the doors because the automatic locks clicked, but nothing happened. And only the driver’s window went up and down. Whew, I think that’s it. 
In my lifetime I have owned quite a few cars: mostly older models and a couple of really nice vehicles.
My mom got her first driver’s license when she was 55 years old. My dad had passed away and she often found herself stranded with errands to do and places to go. She bought her first new car in 1984. It was a celery green Chevy Celebrity. She literally was the little old lady who drove to the grocery store and to church on Sunday. 
Traveling abroad was never on my bucket list. There are so many places in the U.S. that I have not seen. 
Some of my favorite trip memories all begin with the car ride there. When I was little, we didn’t have car seats or required seat belts or anything like that. 
It was the spring of 1996. Tom and I took a creativity class together based on Julia Cameron’s book, “The Artist’s Way”. Not only did we develop a writing habit, but we also made our first dream boards, learned a basic sun salutation practice, and played around with dying fabric.
