camping

Good Morning, Kittens,   I grew up in northern Alberta (Canada). My house backed onto the forest. I mean the real forest...not a small, sparse area of trees. No, I'm talking hundreds of miles of thick, dense woods. We found grizzly prints under our deck and even had recess cancelled a few times because there were black bears on our playground. I was the oldest out of my siblings and all of the neighborhood kids we hung out with. Our parents took us far into the boonies on many occasions (remind me to tell you the story about my dad and the moose). I was[...]