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August 27th, 2009 · No Comments

Some may refer to me as a bit of a snob, but I come by it honestly. It was not so long ago that I lived in some not-so-desirable places. Mobile homes with rotting floors and a resident rat. I’ve camped in rundown RV’s and tents and straight out under the stars. Slept on boats, in airports and occasionally on a floor when necessary. I have gained from experience that this is just not my cup of tea.

So when I was invited to the Fish Camp, I immediately grimaced. First of all, those are two things I just don’t do: Fish or Camp. Secondly, I had never heard of a Fish Camp before so I had no idea what it really was.  The title alone tells me I won’t like the experience, yet it would be a new experience, right?

Hubby and I drive the four hours on a two lane highway through what is mostly known to us as the Tornado Alley of Alabama. Lucky for us, it is currently hurricane season (dodged that bullet). By the time we reach the turn off, the road turns to dirt. My little car is not happy about this and neither is my stomach. Fish Camp people all own trucks for a reason.

I learn that this particular Fish Camp is a weekend retreat geared towards the local steel plant workers and construction workers. This is evident by the homemade, hand-built shanty town effect. As our host informed us, “No building permits required here”.

I also don’t think the body of water nearby qualifies as a lake. It is narrow and shallow and you can’t swim in it: it’s full of alligators! (I only wish I were kidding.)

However, it is very quiet save for the dull hum of trolling motors and the occasional cell phone user wondering around in a clearing asking, “Can you hear me now?”

But just as you cannot judge a book by its cover, I soon learned that this is a very happy place. Our host and hostess were graciously hospitable. The people were friendly and relaxed and very funny. I laughed for hours listening to stories while we dined on pulled pork barbeque and shrimp boil. Unpretentious and unassuming I am thankful I met each and every one of them. I am glad I went to the Fish Camp, but I realized on the way home I still am not a Fish Camp person, Hubby entitled me a Lake House person. Is that snobby?

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