Our first family camp-out, especially the first night, brought back a flood of warm memories of my times camping with my grandparents in upstate New York. I sat watching my children with a warm glow transfixed in my memories, forged long ago. The site might have been different, but I swear the sounds and smells were of those buried deep in my memories. Humbly, I must admit, I grew misty as I sat watching -drinking it all in. Hearing my daughter laugh, or my son complain. My wife didn't say a word of complaint or of frustration. She makes a perfect companion on this, our family's new adventure. I wondered if I could be as wise and entertaining as my grandfather. Could I pass on as well as he did the joy of the outdoors. I feel that my grandparents would be proud that I'm passing the tradition on to my two children. How well I do is yet to be seen. I can only hope.