Camping and felling trees

Memories from the 70s flooded into my mind as we put up the tent. I was thirteen years old. We had a brand new yellow 2-door Toyota Corolla, a brand new tent and we travelled by the brand new ferry Finnjet across the Baltic Sea to Germany and started our family-of-four road trip in Central Europe. That road trip initiated my deep desire to travel and experience other countries of the World. The tent we put up now was the same my childhood family put up every evening in some European camping site during that trip in the 70s. Putting up the tent now wasn't easy. Though the colours were still brilliant, the aluminum frame poles had suffered and the cotton had become brittle. There it finally stood now, on my piece of land, and this would propably also be its final summer serving this family.

It rained all night! How I hoped for the rain to stop till morning. It did! When finally the trees had dried in the afternoon I took my forestry clearing saw and other equipment to start working only to find out that my brand new saw had a major flaw: the fuel tank leaked! What could I do but turn to my brother at this point. I drove to his summer cabin in the same area and borrowed his forestry clearing saw. Thanks bro!
After that everything went well. I cut the smaller trees on the building site and my husband felled the thicker trees with our son who had come to help us. What else we did? We went to the public works department to ask for the first information on what we need to do to be allowed to start any kind of building on the site. We enjoyed a lovely rowing trip around the small lake by a beautiful sunset. We heated our simple food on fire. We started finding the sandy beach from under mud and were excited. We saw georgeus swans living at the lake. We noticed a pike which caught a perch and dragged it in his mouth in the water. And, of course, we also had company of numerous mosquitoes and horseflies while staying in the midst of summer nature!