My husband, our children and I have had wonderful camping experiences over the past ten years.
Some of our 1 are funny, especially from the early years when our children were little. Once, we 2 along Chalk Creek. I was 3 that our 15-month-old boy would fall into the creek (小溪). I tied a rope around his waist to keep him near to our spot. That lasted about ten minutes. He was 4, and his crying let the whole campground know it. So 5 tying him up, I just kept a close eye on him. It 6 — he didn't end up in the creek. My three-year-old, however, did.
Another time, we rented a boat in Vallecito Lake. The sky was clear when we 7, but storms move in fast in the mountains, and this one quickly 8 our peaceful morning trip. The 9 picked up and thunder rolled. My husband stopped fishing to 10 the motor. Nothing. He tried again. No 11. We were stuck in the middle of the lake with a dead motor. As we all sat there 12, a fisherman pulled up, threw us a rope and towed(拖) us back. We were 13.
Now, every year when my husband pulls our camper out of the garage, we are filled with a sense of 14, wondering what camping fun and 15 we will experience next.
