May 13, 2022
Camping Travel Stories
Ah…stargazing, roasting marshmallows, swimming ponds, and barbecues. Do you not love camping? This travel story encapsulates the comfort and pleasure of summer camping.
Harbour Village Campground & Waterpark in Carlsville, Wisconsin, north of Sturgeon Bay, has been our family destination for camping for many years. On several occasions, I have enjoyed the treasures of Door County’s countryside and its small-town attractions; planting my roots at this campground always bestows onto to me a deep connection with nature, via the plentiful stars at night, the nature trails with their bountiful buffet of blooming greens, the aroma of a roaring campfire, and the crisp morning air. Because of COVID, my family and I have not been to Harbour Village in two years, but I can recollect the travel tale of when my cousins, aunts, and uncles accompanied my family and me, and we had loads of fun. I believe it was June or July of 2019, and the campground during that time was not too packed. In its description, there was a jumping pillow, a pavilion, a swimming pond, a pool, and a nature trail. My folks and I became snug in the camper that night as we anticipated tomorrow. The next day, we spent some time at the pond. I did not quite feel like going for a swim, so I just watched over my younger cousins as they played in the water. Later, we gathered near the fire pit and prepared lunch, a bounty of bratwursts, potato salad, and cake. My favorite part of all was when we went to The Farm, which was a place where you can pet and feed baby goats. The cute little things would just run to you and put their hooves on your legs, wagging their tails. One of my cousins, who was around 3 during that time, said, “What weird looking doggies.” We went uptown to Egg Harbor after that, touring the quaint shops and buying knickknacks and exploring parks in that area. The bay appeared beautiful when we spotted a park that complemented the water in the most perfect way. That night, when we were snug at our campsite once again, I told scary ghost stories near the campfire while the frogs chirped in the distance. Good night, Harbour Village. Until we meet again.
—Conner Tuthill, Travel Editor