When I was a kid, we camped a lot. My parents were young and un-monied, with three children and families who lived far away. Several times a year, we packed our car with tents, sleeping bags, and our big wooden camping gear box, and hit the road visiting state parks from California to Washington to South Dakota. We went to the desert and the mountains, camped with friends and with family, and wore our olive green canvas nine-man tent into the ground. I have many fond camping memories from my youth, but after I left home, I never camped again. Until last weekend.

Moving to California unearthed Sean’s Mountain Man desires, and we’ve been stocking up on camping gear for the last five months, just waiting for summer. In March, we reserved a spot in Mendocino County with our friend Eunice and started getting excited. And finally, the day came. We packed up the car, hit the road, and drove up through Sonoma County, the Anderson Valley, and Mendocino before we reached our site at MacKerricher State Park, just north of Fort Bragg.
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