It has been four years since we last held a garage sale.
For awhile, we had one almost every year. Eventually we ran out of good stuff and retired our garage sale signs.
As most garage sale people know, you must have interesting items at reasonable prices or sit and watch the cars go by.
Once all the “treasures” have sold, the best move is to pack up what remains and donate it to Goodwill or The Salvation Army.
During the last garage sale, I sold a two-burner Coleman Camp Stove. It dated back to the 1950’s when my dad won it in a sales contest.
Along with the stove he was awarded a Coleman Camping Lantern, tent, cooler and two sleeping bags. I don’t know who was more excited, him or me.
We had everything we needed to explore the wilds of northern Ontario in search of lakes loaded with Walleye and Northern Pike.
The members of our fishing and camping adventure consisted of my dad, Uncle Bob, and me. After much planning and map reading we packed up the Mercury, hitched our fishing boat to the bumper and headed north to Canada.
In 1955, the Mackinac Bridge still was in the building stage so we crossed the Straits of Mackinac by ferry boat. Entering Canada at Sault Ste. Marie, we continued north on an uncharted course.
Although I was only eleven on that first trip, I felt like I was one of the guys, right down to a jaunty fishing hat and a hunting knife which hung from my belt.
I wanted to help with the camp chores and previously had done some cooking with my mom.
Neither my uncle nor my dad was very keen on cooking so my offer was readily accepted.
Our camp was far off the beaten path, at the lake end of a sandy two-track road constructed by a logging company.