Many family vacations in the late sixties and early seventies were spent camping in state parks. Mom, Dad, four kids under ten, and an old Dodge Van with hippie curtains my Dad called Frank. One of my favorite memories is camping at Lassen Volcanic National Park. It was the first time I saw mud pots with steam, hot water falls and water so clear you could see the bottom of Manzanita Lake. I was ten years old. That was 40 years ago and the memories are wonderful.