Memories Of a Camping Trip

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School had just released us for the summer break. I was twelve maybe thirteen years old. It was going to be a great week. We were on our way up north to go camping. I love to go camping, there is so much to do and there are lots of long lasting memories that can be created while camping. It was the whole family who went on this excursion including cousins, aunts, uncles and my grandparents. My Uncle Don was in the Michigan National Guard and had two weeks of training at Camp Grayling. We had campsites at a small rustic campground. With the big training session going on all the large campgrounds were full. This was fine with me because our campsites were in a heavily wooded area with the Manistee River swiftly flowing through it. My Grandfather had a boat that we had docked at Lake Magrethe. On this trip with so many people we took turns on different days with who got to use the boat. My day finally came around. This was great because I loved to go tubing and it didn’t hurt that we had a pretty fast speedboat too. At that time there was nothing better than finding out how long you could hold onto the tube without crashing, which was not the easiest thing to do especially with my family it seemed no matter who was driving the boat there entire goal was to see how fast they could shake the person white knuckling the tube. When everyone was exhausted from the tubing, we would usually fish. Which now looking back on it that’s probably why they were so hard on us when riding the tube, they wanted to go fishing. Fishing on the boat was alright with me as long as we were catching fish but this lake has a lot of these yellow eels and I always seem to catch them when we were there. I did not like unhooking or touching these ugly slimy creatures. I would rather have been over at the military training base watching the army men jump out of helicopters. Traveling around
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