Thanks for sharing a great memory.
The days of slogging up to camp are long gone for our crew. Everyone scattered for careers, lives, or passed on. No electricity, Coleman lanterns, spring outside, and a privy were the norm. All of it more fun than we new at the time.
Made few outings to the Rauchtown Inn near Jersey Shore over the years, even had to take the wheel to drive a few members back to camp in my 'early' driving years after getting 'needed supplies' during the week.
Many great meals by my grandfather, uncles and dad. Many days walking the woods, shooting 22's at bottle caps on the backstop, walking with my dad, and fishing for Brooke's in the 'crick'.
Dirt roads, tram roads long since idle on the mountains, stories of past hunts, and time slowing down when you were there.
Great memories.
