As the embers of the campfire began to crisply glow, the familiar scent of a Midwestern summer swept through the panoramic night sky. The spindly legs of my stamped steel chair dug into the softening earth as I ran my feet through the dew covered gra... <BR><BR>To read the rest of this blog entry from The Jalopy Journal, click here.
Great read! Can you imagine the conversation among this group of campers,,HRP Wealthy American industrialists liked camping too... people like Thomas Edison, Henry Ford, and Harvey Firestone (shown camping, in the photo above, with President Warren Harding)
Great story telling dude. It just so happens that I'm going camping this weekend. Hopefully, a nice fire and a few pops will lead to some memorable stories....
Excellent writing. I have a good friend, who has a fire pit in his rather large backyard. On most Saturday nights, a group of us car guys usually end up gathered around the fire. Most times, the stories are about cars, the event we attended that day and who's doing what to their car. It's always a good time. Sometimes, the talking goes on way into the early Sunday morning. This style of activity has been around since the days of the cave man. I hope it never goes out of style or practice. Some world changing events have been put into motion after a fire side chat.
Only one thing better than talking cars.....add an ol' tymer and a campfire to that car conversation and the gap between first and second closes up real quick. Great read.
Who is this youngster that writes with a wisdom beyond his years? Is this his real name? the mystery continues! Til next time, Carp
In these days of ignorant youth with surgical attachments called smart phones,and the fact that the art of conversation is dying as a result of said ignorance, it is these magical moments that we should treasure and actively promote. This is one aspect of our life style that is truly great, the art of conversation and passing the torch to the next generation.
We have a fire planned for this Saturday nite. It's winter here in Oz and sitting out back with a beer or two and the kids running wild makes for the best evening of the week.
My dad used to cruise Vernor Hy way back in the mid to late 50's in a black 56 Chevy Delray with Packard taillights shaved handles, nosed and decked running a factory dual quad 265
I have alot of good memories from conversations around the campfire... One comes to mind that includes an "Old timer", his wisdom, and his hotrod... A few of us get together at least a couple of times each summer and a couple years ago we had camped up in the mountains near Wenatchee, WA. My good friend's dad was very ill and losing his battle with cancer. We were all shocked to see him coming up the road and pulling into camp in his old hotrod 41 Ford pickup that sat nice and low as it rumbled in and parked next to our campfire. He struggled to get out, as he had suffered his whole life from polio in his legs and now the cancer had weakened his body, but his spirits were good and I will never forget the words he spoke with a smile on his face as he greeted us all in camp. He said "I just had to come up here to see the trees and smell the smoke one more time"
That's also why we put in a fire pit in our back yard as a first project after moving to the desert. A fire does seem to bring out the good stories. Its just too bad there are so few car guys in my neighborhood.
I'm going to a out of town car show this Friday afternoon. The show is the next day, but the campout and resulting campfires in the fair ground parking lot is almost better than the show.
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