We used to travel to the desert during the summer months of my childhood: my dad, mom, brother and I would pack up our house, dogs included, and drive out to Lake Powell or Lake Mead and dirt camp for weeks at a time.
The beaches became our home, as we set up camp anywhere we could dock the boat. No running water and no electricity; we took showers in the lake and had propane stove top dinners each night. That was how we spent our summer vacations; and I’d have it no other way.
My dog Rollin and I loved to pretend we were the captains of our own ship, because back then I had no other worries than to create my own fantasies. Together we would sail the mighty oceans of the world and always end up safely back where we began.
I still prefer a camping trip to a five star resort even as I grow older. It’s what I know and who I am.