Almost Heaven

Sliding down muddy mountain sides, four-wheeler riding through the backwoods trails, and picnics in the park… these are a few of my favorite childhood memories. Every summer my family and I spent time in the mountains of West Virginia.  

The weeks leading up to the trip seemed to drag on and on. In anticipation of our upcoming trip I would begin packing a month in advance. I was overwhelmed with the excitement of getting to see family, friends, and staying at camp Logan, our home away from home in the mountains. Traveling up was always a thrill with my three older brothers to entertain me. When we would finally arrive, twelve hours later, we would rush into the house, upstairs where the bunkroom was, to choose which bunk we would sleep on that week. The first morning, we would wake up the smell of bacon, eggs, and biscuits that were made for us down stairs. After we ate, we would head out to see our family and the four-wheeling fun would begin. We would explore the old church and get spooked because of all the ghost stories that we were told.

Next we would head to the park, but not before stopping at Parkway drive-in to get a hotdog and milkshake. Once we made it to the park, we would climb mountains and feed the wild deer. The week would fly by with the many activities we had planned. I was always sad for our week to come to an end and would long for the next summer so we could do it all again.