Wondering why I love the outdoors.

As you probably know by now if you follow my blog, I was born and raised in Pennsylvania. I grew up loving the out-of-doors. I was always the happiest when in the woods our in a canoe fishing or just paddling somewhere. I loved the woods and waterways in all the seasons of the year and in day or night.

I wonder why I love the outdoors so much. Do you suppose it could be inherited and in my genes or do you suppose that it was from association? I will let you decide.

My Dad and Mom always loved the outdoors. In fact, since my Grandpa was an engineer on the PRR, my Mom when young, had a pass so she could ride the train for free, with some exceptions.
(This is typical of the passes that she had.)In fact she rode the train to school and on some Fridays after school, she would take it the whole way to the Allegheny Mountains where they had a camp called Bohunkus. She would get off the train, put on her “high top” boots (high leather lace up boots for snake protection) and hike miles up the mountain to the camp, a lot of the times by her self. This picture is of Mom on the left with her sister:

You can plainly see the lace up “high top” shoes (or boots or what ever you call them) on both gals.

There were usually a lot of people at the camp; most were relatives and close friends. The following are pictures of the camp called “Bohunkus”:

As you can see, they all seemed to get a long and a whole lot of fun was had by all.

After getting to camp and settling in, one of the activities was to go to the “cat rocks”. They were named that because wildcats, Lynx, and such used holes and caves in the rocks for dens. It was a favorite destination for the many walks and hikes that they took. The view from there was fantastic.

This first picture is of my Mom’s sister sitting on top of the rocks:

This next picture is taken from below looking up at my Mom’s brother:

In this next picture, from left to right, are my Mom’s sister, my Dad, and my Mom’s brother:

And again from left to right, my Mom, my uncle, and my aunt:

And no, my Mom’s brother was not a punk rocker; the wind blew his hair like that.

This next one is my Mother (left) and my Aunt, Mom’s sister:

This one is just of my Mother:

And this one is of my Mom and Dad, I believe before they were married. Don’t they make a handsome couple?

And they lived happily ever after. . . and then they had me.

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Ben had said he liked stories with lots of pictures. So, how was this, Ben?