Comments on: Remembering the Good Times Outdoors with Dad

By: Kimberly Eish Tiedemann

Kimberly Eish Tiedemann — Sun, 19 Jun 2011 17:17:00 +0000

If it weren’t for my dad, I would never have seen the quaint New England coastline towns, the Redwoods of CA, Mt. Saint Helens volcano, the Big Sur coastline in CA, the beautiful rocky cliffs of Oregon and Washington state, Yellowstone National Park, and the Blue Ridge Parkway. Thanks Dad.

By: Lauren

Lauren — Sun, 19 Jun 2011 16:11:00 +0000

When I was little, I would accompany my dad on hunting trips and trips to the livestock auctions. He even bought me my own pink cowgirl boots But the memory that stands out the most is the one several years ago. It was a family day trip and we all went to the Grand Canyon. My dad and I sat at the edge of the canyon, with our feet dangling over the edge, eating our lunch in silence. We watched an eagle fly below us, it’s call echoing through the canyon, and could ear the roar of the Colorado River from the bottom. It’s a memory I’ll forever cherish.

By: Erica F

Erica F — Sat, 18 Jun 2011 20:23:00 +0000

Taking camping trips to Northern Michigan, along Lake Huron, was a big part of my childhood and the source of some of my best memories. Dad used to be a truck driver and would impress others at the campground at his dexterity in backing the “5th wheel” into the lot. The camper had a distinct mothy smell and I loved waking up to the sound of waves. He also brought us along on his fishing trips. Everything about those trips – the alt-90s music we listened to on the way there, the first peek of the lake through the trees, the theraputic conversations around the campfire, I’ll cherish.

By: Kristin Johnson

Kristin Johnson — Sat, 18 Jun 2011 01:52:00 +0000

I love this post. It makes me realize just how many memories I have outdoors with my dad. He connected me to nature in an extra special way–through the hard work it takes to keep up five acres of land. I learned about the life cycle of pecan trees as I helped my dad load sticks and fallen limbs into our tractor. I learned about the pain of ant bites as I then hitched a ride in the tractor’s trailer amongst the ant-filled logs. (Note: ants IN a log not as fun as ants ON a log.) I think most importantly, I learned from my father how important the outdoors can be to renewing your mind and spirit after a long week inside an office.