When my brother and I were kids my mom and dad would take us camping every summer for 2 weeks. These trips either started or ended with a few nights in Manning Park. I remember waking up early one morning – probably around 7 am – in my pup tent to noises outside my tent. I unzipped the door and stuck my head out to have a look – I will never forget what I saw. My dad was standing by our little propane stove cooking bacon and a cup of coffee in his hand. Other than the sizzling bacon and the crows doing their thing there was no other sound. My dad looked so happy and content standing there by himself enjoying peace and nature. That absolutely wonderful memory will always be in my mind.