Aaah, Lump Gulch. The place of my youth. We spent Memorial Day here, despite the cold and a little rain. I really wanted Jeff to see the place that I ran barefoot through the woods, where I fished in the creek, where I have tons and tons of happy childhood memories. Unfortunately, this photo doesn't capture all that is Lump Gulch, but it is a wonderful place, and I am certain that if we lived in Montana, we would spend time here. When I was young, we camped out of the back of our pickup. Joe and Carla (below) hauled up an old school bus, added a wood stove and some cots in the back, and that's where they slept, and where we were able to get in out of the weather. We spent a lot of 4th of July holidays here, panning for gold (okay, the adults did that) and just having a good time. There were always lots of people, and lots of fun.
Meet Joe and Carla. They own Lump Gulch and are my God Parents. They've known my Dad for over 50 years and have always treated me as their daughter. They have three boys who are a few years older than me, and who were happy to torment me as if I was their sister. Aaaah, how sweet! : ) They weren't here that day, so it wasn't quite the same. I am certain I have a memory of them arguing about whether to lose me in the forest or not. I guess they decided not to, as I am here to tell the tale. I was too cute back then to leave in the woods.
And here is a picture of us huddled around the campfire, although I guess you can't really see the campfire. Trust me, it was there! I can see Dad's being a ham again... always the life of the party!
It was a wonderful day. Thanks Jeff, for humoring me!
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