Fond Memories of The Campground
My first fishing outing! Going to my grandparent’s home was always an anticipated visit as a child. They owned an old camp ground in Benton PA; it seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. I loved going there. Aunts, Uncles and cousins would flock here for family gatherings. Here is where we would walk the trails in the fern engulfed woods. We would twist and weave until we reached the top, where an old bench lay, facing a pretty view of the mountains. The look-out was always the destination, but the fun part was taking a different path down. My Uncle David and Aunt Carol almost built a house here. I say almost, because at the edge of the trail, in the dense pines, stands a decomposing foundation, with soft planks of wood covered in light swirly moss. A creek lay ahead of my grandparents white two story home. A babbling icy cold stream, where we grandkids would busy ourselves with catching salamanders, building dams and f...