When I was younger, I remember going camping to The Potato Patch with my family, my aunt, uncle and my cousins. We would go at the beginning of summer and had so much fun. On our way there, I would always like to lie in the back of the van (they had a very big van) and watch the sky as we drove to the camp site. It was like staring at huge cotton balls floating in the sky. My cousin and I would always just lay there and try to identify all the different designs that we could see in the sky. One time we went, I remember we were at a rest stop, my uncle and my boy cousins got out to use the restroom (we were in the middle of nowhere in the forest) while my aunt, my cousin Lucia and I stayed in the car. I suddenly saw my uncle and my cousins running back to car, with terror on their faces: They were being chased by a bear! I have never seen them so scared; it was a big laugh for me.
Once we got to the camp site, we all set up our tents. Our spot was the best of from all other sites. We were right by the river and restrooms. It was always fun to unpack everything. Everyone would race, to see who could get all their stuff unpacked first, and whoever won would get to have his/her choice for dinner; my uncle always won!
My favorite part about going camping was that my uncle would take his 4-wheelers and we'd all get to go 4-wheeling around the forest. I also enjoyed going fishing, having a camp fire and of course; taking a swim in the river. I don’t know why, but these were my favorite events, probably because they were different. I will never forget the times we all went and I recommend camping to everyone to especially at the Potato Patch.
