Roughing it in the 80's

The summer after I broke my arm skateboarding, we were camping down in the Gulf of Mexico. Lots of storms, as you can see. We slept as best we could in the tent between storm and woke up when the heat would start to smother in there. That was some real adventuring, not ecotourism but fortune seeking.

Blind River in the 80's. Actually that boat does not look like anything we had at Blind River, that I can remember. My Dad informed that this was Berwick at this high falutin camp with a famous duck caller. Those were some exciting times.