Did you know that I come from a beach camping family?
Years ago, when the great great grandparents were around,
Memre and Pepre, they started our family down the camping highway.
Sailing down the highway,
LOOKING FOR ADVENTURE!!
Yup that was them.
Anyway, their first camper was called a Cobra and it fit on the back of a pick up truck. And the old folks would travel all the way to the Florida Keyes where they owned property, ON THE WATER.
I of course have only heard the stories. But Mama tells me that they would see
gators (alligators), armadillos, and all kinds of other critters like
BIG SNAKES, I MEAN BIG ONES, LIKE SO BIG I COULD BE A SNACK! YIKES!!
All of them crossing Route One the highway they drove to Florida and back. Did you know this highway is over two thousand miles long and goes from the Keyes in Florida through Maine to Canada? One highway. Pretty cool huh? But I digress. Anyway, the old folks, they were getting up there in age, they were in their seventies, when they finally stopped making the trip. You know how back seat drivers are? Well Pepre hated to be told anything about how to drive. After a few trips dodging the orange safety cones, I think Memre thought it was time to hang up the camper Cobra and sold it to Meme and Grumpy (her daughter and husband, Mama's parents)
who lived down the same old country road they all lived on.
Did I tell you that Memre
made the best molasses cookies
you could ever eat?
Every November or December Mama makes Memre's recipe (Memre showed her how one day) and the whole house smells so good. Mama says that Memre also made the best ginger bread cake with real whipped cream.
It seems now everything comes out of a can. Which is kind of too bad, don't you think?
Not my mama, she still makes those cookies from scratch.
I JUST LOVE THE SMELL!
Anyway, so when Meme and Grumpy started traveling with the Cobra camper on the back of the truck, they started going to the Salisbury State Park in Massachusetts. When I think about this, that was almost fifty (yes 50) years ago.
What was great about Salisbury was that the camp ground itself is right on the beach and, most important of all,
YOU CAN HAVE DOGS!!!
I mean come on, let's face it
HOW GREAT IS THAT?
And so over the years many dogs got to go to Salisbury. Brother Meghan, the collie, sister Brandi the spaniel, Kira the collie, Stonewall the dachshund, like me but short haired.
So I am the last in a long line of family dogs who camped at Salisbury.
Let me tell you how much fun it is to go here.
My brothers and sister got to sleep in tents, and pop-ups. They got to run on the beach, run in the water, be with the family fishing from the shore, chasing the grand kids, and nieces and nephews and friends and anyone else up for the fun, all around the park (one of the perks is that is it perfectly flat and perfectly safe for kids and bikes),
following them on bikes and skates.
A favorite memory of Mama's is
Auntie Kelly being pulled by Meghan the collie, at full speed, around the campground,
on her roller skates. I mean, how much fun is that?
That is Meghan and Meme at Salisbury Beach at the beginning of this blog.
And, they have policemen, on horseback, traveling around the campground to make sure every one is safe.
Wow. All in all, a fun place to be.
Those dogs got to track kites, walk on the beach at night, sit by the fire and hear stories, eat watermelon,
and scarf up some bologna sandwiches at the beach when the big folks were not watching.
And of course special doggie treats because,
WE ARE ON VACATION PUPPIES! Bark Bark!!
TOO MUCH FUN to mention all of it here.
I bring this all up because I want you to understand how excited I am to tell you about my first two days at Salisbury.
So, catch me on Tuesday for part two. I had
QUITE THE ADVENTURE!
Dharma Hugs and So Long!