Hey there! I’m Melissa Robinson, a Houston, TX native, and someone who is passionate about all things camping.

My love for camping began as a young girl. When you think of typical family vacations, you think of RV roadtrips, renting a condo and spending a week at the beach, and more than likely, camping. My family’s vacations always started with packing up the car, loading all the kids inside, and heading to a campground somewhere in Texas.

Besides the annual family vacations, I grew up surrounded by boys, specifically my four older brothers. Don’t get me wrong, I had my fair share of Barbie dolls and Cabbage Patch Dolls. But I could hold my own on any sports field against my brothers. When it came to camping, I could pitch a tent by ten, knew all the fishing tricks by eight, and was well-versed in most local wildlife and plant life by twelve or thirteen. I enjoyed pink and girly things, but I was a true tomboy out on the campgrounds.

Today’s version of camping for some families is renting an RV the size of a hotel suite and staying in a mini-mansion with all the comforts of A/C, basic plumbing, and electronics. That’s so not what my family considered camping to be especially my dad. He was more interested in taking his kids out of the city, away from the pollution, all the noise, and from all the distractions, including phones, TVs, and the like.

My dad was old school. We camped in a tent that could accommodate the size of our family, but one that would contain only the bare necessities. No bells and whistles for our family’s tent. Our only source of plumbing was whatever bathroom facilities the campground provided.

Our sources of entertainment came from each other, whether it was in the forms of stories from my parent’s childhood or stories my brothers and I had yet to share. We would unintentionally bird watch (because no one in my family would ever admit to purposefully bird-watching) and stumble upon wildlife in their natural habitat.

My dad encouraged us to explore the trails and surrounding forest, always in pairs or groups of course because safety first. At night, we stargazed. Without the city lights and towering skyscrapers blocking our view, we could see every star in the sky blinking back at us.

When we weren’t hiking or exploring, we were on the water. Remember how in grade school when you first start learning about the Indians, one of the first things they mention is how the tribes who hunted buffalo used every aspect of the animal. Meat for eating, intestines for medicine and healing remedies, fur and skin for blankets and outerwear, and so on. That was my family’s philosophy concerning whatever body of water was nearby. We fished for food, combed the banks for cool rocks or arrowheads, tubed lazily down the river when we wanted to kill time, kayaked when the weather allowed it, and then just swam when we wanted to cool off. We never wasted our time in or on the water.

Those were our family vacations, sometimes taken just once a year and sometimes two or three times a year. But we always went, even if it was just once a year. As we’ve all grown up and gone our separate ways, we still try to make time for vacations, but we don’t always get to camp like we used to. That’s when I got the idea: why not open up my own campground? That way my family has an excuse to camp again and then I can provide a place for other families to come make all the great memories that I have from my childhood camping experiences.

So far, I only have this idea coupled with my limited research and a name: CVA Campground. What does CVA stand for? Come Visit Again. Our marketing scheme is right there in our title: “please come visit us again!”

Join me on my journey as I work to bring my campground dream to life!