tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937170202895477126.post4663834161986193686..comments2024-03-25T16:44:35.555-04:00Comments on Sixbears in the Woods: Camp DreamsSixbearshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15572224383041421400noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937170202895477126.post-29830878981814629592012-08-17T20:31:18.130-04:002012-08-17T20:31:18.130-04:00Progress is overrated. Progress is overrated. Sixbearshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15572224383041421400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937170202895477126.post-44072619339405394432012-08-17T13:42:15.979-04:002012-08-17T13:42:15.979-04:00Sad to see all the places of my most cherished chi...Sad to see all the places of my most cherished childhood memories either disappearing or changing due to progress!<br /><br />That's one reason I don't visit my hometown anymore! I'd rather remember it the way it was!HermitJimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13631580830147175636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937170202895477126.post-21121049001184511572012-08-17T11:34:11.747-04:002012-08-17T11:34:11.747-04:00I really feel for kids these days. At least my gr...I really feel for kids these days. At least my grandkids have a taste of it when they vist me out here in the woods. Sixbearshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15572224383041421400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937170202895477126.post-62938102518526632822012-08-17T11:33:07.273-04:002012-08-17T11:33:07.273-04:00you are lucky to have them.you are lucky to have them.Sixbearshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15572224383041421400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937170202895477126.post-83322750996762594882012-08-17T11:24:48.047-04:002012-08-17T11:24:48.047-04:00Camp time was synonymous with growing up when I wa...Camp time was synonymous with growing up when I was a kid. As were tree forts, long hikes along logging roads and Lake Superior. We'd pack a lunch and be gone for hours, just exploring the great outdoors with our St. Bernard or Boxer. those were carefree days where the most trouble we ever encountered was a bee sting or tearing our clothing while going through a barbed wire fence. Those days are pretty much gone now, even where I grew up in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. It's a loss as tragic as an extinct animal IMHO.<br />treesonghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09364847483878018809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937170202895477126.post-90354435309915045902012-08-17T10:48:41.974-04:002012-08-17T10:48:41.974-04:00Ah, memories...Ah, memories...Stephenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09752401490789789451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937170202895477126.post-51525043760625891722012-08-17T10:01:49.755-04:002012-08-17T10:01:49.755-04:00There are fewer deer camps around here every year....There are fewer deer camps around here every year. A lot of kids are missing out on some happy times. Sixbearshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15572224383041421400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937170202895477126.post-86682738504916982052012-08-17T09:21:15.987-04:002012-08-17T09:21:15.987-04:00Our deer camp was dear camp, to us. Used it all t...Our deer camp was dear camp, to us. Used it all the time all year round. To get to it we had to drive down a farmer's lane to his barn, open a gate at the edge of the woods, close gate and drive a mile or so to another gate, do that and then drive to the end of what most people would not call a road. Yes, of course the name of the our camp was "trails end". I loved it.Dizzy-Dickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14150939928800538404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937170202895477126.post-63344857124217225682012-08-17T07:59:32.150-04:002012-08-17T07:59:32.150-04:00Peace and quiet and a starlit sky. Yes, those are...Peace and quiet and a starlit sky. Yes, those are wonderful. Well said.Sixbearshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15572224383041421400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1937170202895477126.post-50775698274125206282012-08-17T06:57:48.485-04:002012-08-17T06:57:48.485-04:00I find that losing cherished places, items and fri...I find that losing cherished places, items and friends is inevitable in this Life. I too lost my boyhood hunting camp haunt - it still exists, but I no longer have access to it. Deer Camp - that is a magical term alright.<br /><br />As long as you have access to peace and quiet, and a starlit sky, you have a lot in my book. Life is too full of claptrap, gotta sometimes just relax and ponder whatever comes into your noggin of its own accord.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com