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My camping history hails back to my childhood. Girl Scout camp was one of the highlights of my summer. Fun-filled days were punctuated by meals in a dining hall prepared for the likes of young girls. After s’mores and singing around a campfire at night, our bunks in the small cabins welcomed our dreams. Good memories.
But our I do, challenged my picture of camping.
We were as poor as church mice in those early days of our marriage. The thought of vacation was a pipe-dream, until we were gifted $125.00 designated for vacation.
Bill researched — before the internet — how to make that gift s-t-r-e-t-c-h! His conclusion — camping! YIKES!
We purchased our first tent, a 2-burner propane stove, and a styrofoam cooler, packed our Chevy Nova, Luke (named for Luke 17:10), and headed for a small campground on Starrett Lake in southern Wisconsin. This did not line up with my camping memories; this was roughing it! We prepared our own meals. No dining hall. The bunks became sleeping bags. And those small cabins were replaced with a canvas tent.
What if we didn’t like camping? We wasted that $125.00!
This thought rumbled through my mind.
But the thought was in vain; we fell in love with camping!
Several years and two young teens later, we traded our tent for a pop-up camper. I felt like we moved into the Hilton. The pop-up camper was later traded for an off-road pop-up. We were campers!

Our new-to-us travel trailer
Then last summer, the we waved good by to our off-road pop-up, and welcomed a small travel trailer with a bathroom! Camping officially morphed into glamping. Glamping — our vacation of choice.
Enjoying being together in the beauty of God’s creation attracts us each summer.
We do a lot of reading, fiction and non-fiction during our camping trips. “A Walk in the Park” by Kevin Fedarko was a favorite this summer. The park is the Grand Canyon. The book follows the journey of Kevin and a photographer friend as they backpacked the entire length of the canyon. Not my usual genre, I was captivated by their story. Truly a page-turner — that is except when the tension was too much and I closed the book for a day.
One of the many quotes that caught my attention was, “As much as we love our stuff, sometimes not having it opens you up to communicating with the landscape and truly being present, don’t you think?” page 171.
I would alter these words to communicating with God and truly being present to Him.
Some of the stuff we didn’t always have while glamping: cell service, internet, texting ability, our phones. No mail service, no USPS, no UPS, no FedEx, not even Prime! No calendars to be checked each day, no time constraints. No sounds of the city.
But we did have: great conversations; fun competitions (we’re Scrabble fanatics); simplicity; freedom; soul-filling times with God; the music of water tumbling over rocks; long walks; the majesty of God’s creation all around us; renewed perspectives; the company of birds; laughter; wine; and sometimes new friends, fellow glampers.
“It is in silence that we habitually release our own agendas
and our need to control
and become more willing and able
to give ourselves to God’s loving initiative.
In silence we create space for God’s activity
rather than filling every minute with our own.”
Invitation to Solitude and Silence, Ruth Haley Barton, p. 35
Each morning I sat outside our travel trailer enjoying the sounds of water and looking across the creek at the majesty of God’s creation.
Early hikers dwarfed by the tall evergreens offered perspective to the greatness of God.
Silence happened. I was awed.
“Holy, holy, holy is the LORD of hosts;
the whole earth is full of his glory!”
Isaiah 6:3
Copyright: Sue Tell, October 2025