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me, in front of our family’s tent, Labor Day Weekend, 1973 |
…this time from Labor Day Weekend, 1973, camping in Wyoming’s Snowy Range. Labor Day was Monday, September 3 that year.
I remember waking up to snow one of the mornings we were there – and I remember we were all surprised by it. and cold.
I don’t remember that I packed a jacket and maybe even boots for that “late summer” weekend in the mountains. But apparently I did (or maybe my mom did – I was ten and maybe had a little bit of help with my packing that summer?!)
This is the only “snow” camping trip I remember. Looking back, and considering how often we went to the mountains (the Bighorn National Forest was one of our favorite weekend getaways – it’s even further north), that’s maybe surprising. Or maybe we just got lucky?!
My family was constantly camping, but we rarely ran into snowy weather. I do remember some very wet nights, however. Love the pictures and memories of your family adventures!
Hannah's birthday! We've never had snow here on that day, at least.
When I lived in Wyoming, I remember the old adage . . . "There are only two seasons in Wyoming: Winter and July." 🙂
My husband and I had one camping trip in the snow and that was enough for me. : ) We are having a break from the baking sun today but what a wonderfully refreshing picture!
My family spent summer vacations camping throughout NY & New England, so I remember plenty of cold mornings, but not snow. I do remember a Girl Scout Jamboree with snow. We were wilderness camping in the highlands at West Point, NY in late October. We had a big nor'easter that dumped over a foot of snow on us, somehow we made it through the weekend!
My family spent summer vacations camping throughout NY & New England, so I remember plenty of cold mornings, but not snow. I do remember a Girl Scout Jamboree with snow. We were wilderness camping in the highlands at West Point, NY in late October. We had a big nor'easter that dumped over a foot of snow on us, somehow we made it through the weekend!
Oh my-snow in September. I can understand your aversion to camping!
Snow in September…Never was a fan of camping, but more because of creepy crawly things!