Around 1993 I went to a sale of unclaimed Lost & Found items. I bought two items: an umbrella, and a towel. $1 each.
I still own both (I think). That umbrella is… around. Somewhere. I live in LA. Umbrellas are like family in this town: irreplaceable at the right moment; best kept out of sight the rest of the time.
(Wow. I’m going to pay for that comment. __(your name here)__, I’m not talking about YOU. I promise!)
That towel, though?
That towel went on EVERY camping trip for years and years and years. It served as my “all-purpose towel” on every camping trip for more than two decades.
It went here:
You get the picture. That poor $1 towel is prominent in dozens of my pictures, laying around the campsite, drying in the sun, waiting to dry me off from the next freezing river or an all-too-brief-because-not-enough-quarters campground shower.
Finally, Cindy bought me a lovely new towel for Christmas.
It’s time to break it in, don’t you think?
3 thoughts on “The Camping Towel”
I know/remember that towel!! I never knew of it’s historied past!
If you look carefully at the towel, you will find notes sewn into the lining telling the history. Unfortunately, if you remove the notes, you destroy the towel. It’s a little bit like cutting down a redwood just to count the rings…
I remember that towel too! Nice story. I love the LA umbrella line, and yes I am sure you’re in big trouble. But I think it was worth it 🙂