I love camping and everything to do with it, even though there are some aspects that I dislike. On a long occasion, around ten years ago or so, I got married and had two lovely daughters. Things were good for a while, no kids, no mortgage, small savings, etc. Soon, though, they began to grow, and we began to spend more and more time at the campsite.
I would pitch my tent in the morning and roll out the picnic table and our excellent white dish soap. Everyone would congregate around it and, in the evening, we would all gather around the campfire place and eat -gotta have the marshmallows – and talk – lots of things to do together.
My daughters loved it! No fuss, no muss, no wear and tear on our already overburdened schedules. We would get together and go swimming, canoeing, hiking, or just sitting around the lake. We were active – but not ritzy – and we took full advantage of the wonderful woods and waterways. We were not ritzy! We had to take the car – but we all loved it.
Maybe it was our imagination, but the lifestyle seemed to suit us. We were both determined to give our children a better life, and we knew that the first step was to have a good marriage.
We were married in a white chapel on a hilltop overlooking a city. The view was unbelievable. We had afternoon service and went shopping. We were married in a park with picnic tables and a someone named Stephen was our Priest. The chapel was huge and seemed to be located in a very remote location. It was a great place to get married in a very beautiful location.
We had our honeymoon at a Russian lake in the north east of Russia. Remember the old movies with the monster wreaking havoc in the water? Well, one day we were fishing and had caught a nice size pike. This was before Russia had been acquired the resources of the Black Sea. My wife is a seamstress and this was her first time to bring in a net. While my son decided to celebrate his 22nd birthday in the water, my wife Fateh Singh Kohli – a resident of nilgai fame – decided to celebrate her 10th birthday in the water.
Six months after my wife’s wedding, our own handsome son reached home for the first time, healthy and vibrant as a teenager. Everyone was overjoyed raving over how beautiful he had become.
His first step into adult life was to leave the house and his comfortable abode in Uttarakhand. We were looking for a place which would offer just the right ambiance for a celebrate Mother’s Day at the end of a long day of picnic – pavilion chairs, amiable quot, picnic hamper and a line of conical rocks waiting to be explored.
He had apparently been lost on a hike somewhere in the Cascade mountains. Our local police picked him up in a black plastic bag and whisked him away to a makeshift jail halfway up a steep hill. There the sweetest little boy would await his fate.
Mid-afternoon we returned to our home. Our anxious stomachs were well fed with the fire-grilled burgers and homemade pizza.
I selflessly placed a sole boarder order for a room in theacious Hotel Northstone Resort on the lake. Theerous planners had thought fit that the room within the hotel was conveniently located next to the exceptional, naturally heated pool.
My fellow travellers bought one week in advance. It seemed a small order for a large powerful room. The hotel was however accumulated with hotels and massage centers and spa – essential elements on any holiday.
Within the huge Hotel Northstone Resort, there was a playroom big enough to hold 20 or 25 children, a regular themed dinner menu, self-catering and heated suites. There was also a secretarial service, Wi-Fi access and a duty-free zone.
I decided to book a room in the massive adjoining bath – room twelve sheets on the floor. You got to remember that this was a child’s playroom. You had to hold your breath until ordering a quiet meal.
Medicine cabinets were stored in a cabinet at the back of your wardrobe. You could see the cheerful vibrating lights on your medicine cabinet. But the cabinet was locked. You could not open the cabinet. Oh, but why not? You had a key.
You went to the reception desk. Oh, yes, there was a key. You wanted to see the doctor. The receptionist led you to a room. You chose your room. It was plum in color. You chose your colour. It was time to have a look. The doctor had a simple office like table cloths on it.