“When he left he had no idea where he was going. By an act of faith he [Abraham] lived in the country promised him, lived as a stranger camping in tents.” Hebrews 11:8
One year Dad borrowed an old army-style tent (with no floor) from a friend. Mom packed old quilts, pots, pans, food, and a borrowed ice chest into our old car, and the six of us set out to explore northeastern Iowa. The first night we camped along a river in a public park near a cool-looking old mill. At precisely 6:00 a.m., a strong whistle jolted us out of our makeshift beds. Sun light peaked through a six-inch gap from heavy dew where the walls of the tent had once reached the ground
Dad eventually purchased a tent with a floor in it. On a trip to Duluth, Minnesota, we camped along the shore of Lake Superior and listened to waves lap onto the shore. Another night, while we slept a storm came through the campground and collapsed our tent, leaving us unharmed but soggy.
Because my family had little money for vacations, I was blessed to experience cost-free activities, such as wading in cool streams, watching barges float down the Mississippi River, and stopping to read historical markers. And, seeing the U.S.A. while sandwiched between two brothers in the backseat of an old Chevrolet (or Ford), peering out the windows to spot the next progressive Burma-Shave sign.
Thank you, Lord, for the amazing parks and countryside for all to enjoy. Amen.