Camp

Summer Camp, El Cosmico, Marfa, West Texas www.bluemesablog.com

To be honest, summer camp was nothing short of traumatic for me – a disastrous combination of flooding, spiders, sunburn, starvation and serious injuries. For years it tainted my relationship with camping, until my faith was restored by a summer-long stay in a little tent in the wilds of New Mexico.

Although I learned to get along just fine with tents, I admit my feelings towards summer camp remained less than friendly. And then one summer my sister and I found ourselves back at the closest thing to summer camp we’d experienced in some fifteen years—a canvas tent in Marfa. Some details still harkened back to our old harrowing experience—spiders in the tent, cold showers that showed a marked absence of concern for human modesty in their design, blazing hot afternoons, dust storms, and rains that rendered everything into mud—but then there were all the benefits of adulthood—freedom, good food, and margaritas.

We spent our days out in the shady hammock near by, or sprawling over the bed and gazing out at the pretty sunlight filtered through the canvas. In the evenings we took walks around the campground and read stories aloud by lantern light. We even sang a song or two from our old camp days: “The coffee at the camp they say is mighty fine, it looks like murky water, and tastes like turpentine…”

Summer Camp, El Cosmico, Marfa, West Texas www.bluemesablog.com

Summer Camp, El Cosmico, Marfa, West Texas www.bluemesablog.com

Summer Camp, El Cosmico, Marfa, West Texas www.bluemesablog.com

Summer Camp, El Cosmico, Marfa, West Texas www.bluemesablog.com

Summer Camp, El Cosmico, Marfa, West Texas www.bluemesablog.com

Summer Camp, El Cosmico, Marfa, West Texas www.bluemesablog.com

Summer Camp, El Cosmico, Marfa, West Texas www.bluemesablog.com

3 thoughts on “Camp

      1. That is my favorite part of New Mexico. If I was not living in the mountains out here in Northern California, I would want to be living somewhere out near Taos. Maybe in an earthship by the gorge.

        I spent four years in Texas going to gradschool and came to love the Llano, the Transpecos and especially New Mexico. There is something about the northern part of that state has enthralled me ever since my first visit.

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