The Fort Wilderness campground has resort status. Cable, Internet, water, sewer are some on the enmities that keep its campers from roughing it.
Now back in the early 90’s my husband decided we would be able to go places and have fun camping. I quickly reminded him that first and foremost harmonious living with me demanded my sleeping in a real bed. I also told him that I didn’t want to do housework on vacation like cooking, washing dishes, taking out the trash. Well, hubby volunteered to do it all. For the record, I just have one word for his promises, “Rubbish!”
Anyway the boys are much like their mother and enjoy their creature comforts. They were into scouting at the time and knew how to be prepared. I watched them set up their tent. Their elder brother opted out of the scene.
It was a big Coleman two roomer with enclosed porch. Next came the BIG move in and I do stress the word BIG. Two cots, two mattresses, two complete sets of bedding (pillows, sheets, blankets of course), two end tables (at least they were collapsible ones), two trunks, throw rugs, lighting,clock, stereo, t. v. and, oops, almost forgot a filled refrig. They had all the comforts of home.
We visited the blacksmith shop. We saw the ponies that pulled Cinderella’s coach. We fed the animals at the petting zoo . Sometimes we just sat in the rockers at Crockett’s Tavern watching the kids play in the nearby playground. Things don’t have to cost a lot to be fun.
Tempus fuget. Nature walks, campfires, fishing, boat rides, swimming in the old swimming hole (River Country was still open back then), were simple things that delighted us. We were a family together, doing sharing.
The sparkle of the Water Light Parade at night followed by fireworks in the sky coming from the not-so-far away Magic Kingdom truly had taken us of a routine, mundane world and into a land of wonder. If the Blue Fairy gave me one wish, I would wish we could go back to the innocence of youth that was there then.