For at least the 10 years of the 1970s, and probably earlier, and maybe later too, the only vacation our family ever took was camping. For two (or three?) weeks at the beginning of July, you'd find us in one of our several preferred campsites at Pinery Provincial Park in Grand Bend, Ontario, on the shores of Lake Huron.
Camping is camping, pretty much - sun, sand, surf. Movie nights at the outdoor "theatre", trips into town for perishables and ice cream cones. So what is it that I remember most fondly? Canned stew, and hot tea with milk and brown sugar in a plastic mug.
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Simple pleasures, life's treasures. 8>)
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