My family and I can now say we have been camping in Alaska. I know, some will quibble with my definition of camping; there was no tent involved. However, an RV on the Homer Spit coupled with making S’mores over an open fire classify what we did as camping in my book.
The plan was not originally for camping. We planned on crashing my cousin’s annual fishing trip to Homer by staying in a hotel. When my husband discussed this plan with a colleague, the colleague scoffed at the idea. He had a camper we could borrow; then we need only pay for site rental at an RV park.
The first “Sparta Week” celebrating the 4th Brigade Combat Team (Airborne), 25th Infantry Division wasn’t all fun and games.
In the midst of five days of activities that included athletic competitions, a barbeque and a ball, the “Spartans” paused to honor 81 of their fellow paratroopers who have died in the brigade’s eight-year history.
I got to spend the last week in St. Petersburg, Russia. A group of six from my church went to help facilitate an English camp and experience as much Russian culture as we could in one week. I felt for foreign travelers to the United States who struggle with language barriers. So many Americans have the attitude “You’re in America, speak American,” yet I was in Russia unable to speak Russian. My language skills were limited to yes, no, and my name is — “da,” “neyt,” and “menya zavut.”