Remember my post the other day on why I hate camping? When I said my father used to take us camping every year for a weekend at Letchworth State Park? Ironically, I just found these old photos from one of those trips. Some time in the mid 1960s.

These suitcases represent packing for four of us? Dad, me and my two siblings. Not bad, right? They sit in front of the house in which I grew up.

Thankfully, I am hidden behind my cousin and my brother and whomever that kid on the left is. Since I was camping, I wasn’t wearing my contact lenses. Or maybe I hadn’t gotten them yet, which would mean this photo was before my 16th birthday.  That was an eight-person tent. It smelled musty as hell and I had very little to do with putting it up. That’s why you see three boys in the photo.

There is no friggin way these things are anywhere near as comfortable as my cushy bed.

Just wanted to show you that yes, I actually did camp. A few times.