Any camping experiences you care to share?

bobcat

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Ahhh, huddled around the campfire laughing and telling stories.
The smell of the pines
Looking out over a placid lake with majestic mountains in the background
Going for a hike in the fresh air
Fishing at daybreak
What's not to love? Hmmmm?
 

I always preferred our horseback camping rides. Often for a week, sometimes just a long weekend. You have to be pretty creative and conservative to pack for 2 away from grocery stores and such. I kind of miss making biscuits over a campfire. The scenery and the peace were wonderful as well. There's actually still some rough wild country in my state.
 
Algonquin Park in autumn .. with our young dog. He was up all night, walking on top of us, sensing critters outside the tent. Was I ever tired the next day! Aside from the sleepless night, the park was beautiful in it's Fall colours. We walked a trail or two. Then, we helped a young couple with extracting porcupine quills from their beautiful Husky's snout.

With our dog, Moe, in our canoe .. Algonquin Park.

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Campfire food burned on the outside and raw on the inside. Twisting an ankle in a rabbit hole and breaking a sandal strap in the process. Rain so hard you can't light a cigarette, or anything else. NO electricity. Feeling dirty and smelly. Trying in vain to sleep in a tent on the hard damp ground with the stinky feet of ten other people in your face. Why is that? Sounds of friends moaning with dysentery from days of eating food that is burned on the outside and raw on the inside. Bad jokes told over and over again. Grabbing a ride back to civilization with the first person leaving even if that person hates your guts. :(
 
What's not to love? Hmmmm?
What's not to love... :unsure:
1. The horrible stiffness in the morning after sleeping on the damp ground (See below)
2. Sunburn
3. Mosquito and tick bites (they love me)
4. The boredom when fish aren't biting
5. Hearing howls/growls in the middle of the night knowing you're defenseless against *whatever* it is

Uh.. okay, so it's been a loooong time since I've been camping... REAL camping. I'm thinking you're talking about an RV/regular camping experience? I just always did it the "roughing it" way... and while exciting at the time, I'd only agree to glamping these days. :giggle:
 
What's not to love... :unsure:
1. The horrible stiffness in the morning after sleeping on the damp ground (See below)
2. Sunburn
3. Mosquito and tick bites (they love me)
4. The boredom when fish aren't biting
5. Hearing howls/growls in the middle of the night knowing you're defenseless against *whatever* it is

Uh.. okay, so it's been a loooong time since I've been camping... REAL camping. I'm thinking you're talking about an RV/regular camping experience? I just always did it the "roughing it" way... and while exciting at the time, I'd only agree to glamping these days. :giggle:
Actually I was thinking of REAL camping, but RVing works too.
 
Maybe that would work for me... but I couldn't handle a tent and sleeping on the ground any longer. No matter how much padding with sleeping bags, etc. is used, it's still the ground under there. Kinda like the 👸 and the 🥫.
Nah, I wasn't really thinking of re-living the old camping experience in the now. I was just thinking of camping stories anyone wished to share.
 
We had a real outhouse for our bathroom, my ex was very bashful in going there, and would try to go unnoticed there is no telling how many times someone opened the door on her honestly finally she informed all she had to go! We all thought it was very amusing and was. We went camping one year 38 of 52 weekends! No power other than battery or propane lights.
 
One of the funniest was for shear entertainment value.

Once at a campground a family of about 15 started setting up camp across from us. They literally brought a full sized refrigerator and several large grills, generators (this was primitive camping) and mini bikes. As they set up a very large, older lady stood in their midst screaming instructions and yelling at people. The kids instantly took to throwing rocks into the air to hear them fall onto their cars and trucks, along with racing around on the mini bikes. Within an hour the police were their settling them down and making them park the mini bikes, and the old lady just kept on yelling, even at the cops.

What made it truly comical was I looked down our side of the road and every campsite had their chairs turned to face that group and we all were just watching the absurdity.
 
I rarely vehicle car camp but have done so with a few others twice in the last couple years that was much fun. Camping and being able to enjoy the experience is not guaranteed as one will need to potentially mitigate a list of potentially negative factors. Regardless of how magnificent, inspiring, and beautiful an area one is camping at. And such is not something one can attain merely by guide book learning, talking to those experienced, or having the best modern gear. Thus one also needs experience, as there will be considerable learning by trial and error.

Even more difficult is backpacking in remote wilderness, an activity I learned decades ago by trial and error to become highly skilled at. With backpacking camping, the vastness, complexity, and myriad environments of Earth nature means even the most accomplished will be learning how to cope successfully over many years and will in any case need to endure some periods of considerable strenuous effort and unpleasantness. And yes those more intelligent that can plan and independently figure things out are more apt to be successful that is reflected in the kind of people one finds in backpacking communities. The majority of individuals that take up that challenge never do so more than a couple times and usually within groups of others, because they fail and don't see a path to success.

Here in California, most urban people first try camping in our Sierra Nevada range at higher elevations. They can sense the beauty in such places but don't at all understand what they are experiencing and seeing beyond simple descriptions, of a tree, a bush, a yellow flower, a stone, a boulder, and the like. Thus their interest in what they see quickly fades with impatience as they retreat to things they know. One can see this any morning in famous Yosemite Valley.

People drive into the park from outside lodging, not when the sun rises, when there are few other vehicles arriving, and all is most beautiful during early morning, but rather after they have spent early hours at lodging drinking coffee, eating breakfast, using bathrooms, gathering gear, before driving off for miles late mornings in longs chains of cars on then crowded highways, that then need to pass through the backed-up entrance gate kiosks, and pay $25.

When they arrive in the park, their mouths gape open, they stop at scenic pull-outs where many others are doing the same, take a few selfie photos with their smartphones, look at others to see what everyone is supposed to be doing and looking at. Within 5 minutes at each pull-out, their patience has ended so bored they drive off repeating the same pattern a half dozen times before reaching Yosemite Village with its packed food and trinket market, several small restaurants, and a few exhibits.

There, they spend an hour in the market, buy some food and trinkets, then go outside and sit a half hour on benches looking at other people instead of any scenery before getting in line to go in one of the crowded restaurants. After that it is mid afternoon and they'll get on a shuttle bus to some trailhead, and maybe 10% of them will actually hike a half mile along one of the popular short trails, about all they are fit enough to challenge.

By 5pm are back at their car whereupon all they are thinking about is driving back out of the park to lodging, eating, then in their rooms watching TV, and playing video games on their smartphones. So overall after entering the park, they've spent 10% of the time looking at and enjoying scenery and the rest of the time at the facilities, people watching just as they do in their urban world.

Another common scenario is with those that visit higher elevation campgrounds mid summer during mosquito season. Almost all are ignorantly wearing the wrong kind of protective clothing... hiking shorts, cotton short sleeve t-shirt, baseball cap, with a plastic bottle of watered down 25% DEET repellent in their pockets. Mosquitoes readily attack all their open skin areas, regardless of the weak sweated off repellent, and bite right through their cotton t-shirts.

If they hike any trails, the trail dust including horse turd dust coats their legs, they sweat, feel sticky, stinky, itchy from bites, and grubby. Even though there are small lakes and streams all over, the last thing they consider doing is dunking themselves in such waters because those waters are chilly without realizing simply getting fully underwater for a few short seconds before quickly jumping back out will make them feel enormously refreshed and clean. And NO they won't die from a 5 second cool water dunking.

Then at night get into their new expensive clean sleeping bags inside a tent and contaminate the linings (that are difficult to clean later) with all the dirt and grubbiness, finding sleeping difficult. Of course because many didn't bother applying any sunscreen, their faces and exposed body parts have a red glow they unpleasantly endure every moment during the night, further preventing sleep. And even if they applied sunscreen, at night are endless unfamiliar sounds their hyperactive brain won't ignore, nearby snorers, those rowdy types drinking around campfires till late at night, animal and pet sounds, and other weirdness.
 
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Once in highschool we were camping and went spotlighting frogs so we could have frog legs for dinner. I'm not sure if they sat too long and turned bad before we cooked them or we didn't cook them long enough but all three of us got sick. I remember us laying on the dock at my buddies lake at like 3A.M. and heaving into the water.

We blamed the frogs but it might have been the beer. Good times.
 
My son had a funny camping story from a few years ago. They hiked into some remote location in Colorado and came across some cows. One was aggressive and kept charging them, my son said it was funny at first but the cow got more and more aggressive and they couldn't run away because it would chase them, they ended up climbing up trees to wait it out.

Bunch of big tough lumberjacks afraid of a cow!
 
You mean like the time there was a cattle drive that decided to take a shortcut through the campground in the middle of the night? Like the ground shaking? Like at least the cattle moved around the tents and not through them? Like that?
There you go ...... great memories to cherish for a lifetime.
Plus, it gets you inspired to run with the bulls in Pamplona.
 
Sorry, no, I don't do camping. But, a lot of my friends I hung around with at the time did. Some were married w/small children. We'd all drive up to the mountains on Friday or Saturday, can't remember, hang out and drink beer and do what ever it is you do when camping.

But, come around 9-10 pm, I'd drive home towards town after I'd been drinking, through the windy roads, towards my cousin's bar to party some more. I was always afraid I was going to miss something,, or someone if I didn't make it that night to the bar. How crazy and lucky was I that nothing happened on the way home.?
 
I did very little camping. Back in Europe as a child, I went camping with the girl scouts. That was a lot of fun.
Early in my marriage, we got invited to go camping with friends. They lent us a tent and all the material needed to camp.
We went to North Florida. It was cold and it poured all night long. The tent had holes and we got soaked. We abandoned the tent for the car. The whole trip was a disaster.
My husband decided that this was going to be his first and last experience camping! Hotels from then on, lol!😉
 
Probably the funniest time was when the bears were getting active. We arrived at our destination and were treated to stories about how the weather was driving them down from the mountains looking for food. Houses had been broken into and one woman had been attacked. We stayed but were concerned about sleeping in the tent in a campground with others and lots of food aromas.

As we were getting ready to go to sleep my husband pulled out his pocket knife, opened it and laid it beside him. I said, "You know, that pocket knife is not going to do much good against a bear". His response was, "It is not for the bear. If a bear tries to come in this side of the tent, I will be using it to cut an exit into that other side."
 
Directly from a public web page. Day 2 after 4000 feet of uphill carrying heavy gear 13 miles in the John Muir Wilderness in 2016:

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...By mid afternoon we arrived, tented, set up our gear, and then took a refreshing dip in the chilly crystal clear lake waters. Many larger timberline lakes have small sections of sandy shores where larger wind driven waves wash against shorelines removing usual algae on lake bottoms leaving bright lake bottoms near shore. Along the turf and sand edge were dense bands of beautiful pink hued alpine laurel, kalmia polifolia.

These flowers are the earliest alpine meadow wildflowers that signaled I had nailed the peak bloom at elevations I was most interested in working. Lying atop a convenient warm granite slab beside the shore, I noticed trout moving about in the clear near shore waters so yelled up to brother J who is the more serious fisherman. On 3 previous visits we had noticed only a few large golden trout but apparently a few years before there had been an aerial drop of rainbow trout fry.

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I rigged up my fishing gear putting on a small Kastmaster then returned to our sandy beach. In quick order of 3 casts I caught 13 inch and 11.5 inch rainbows so was soon back up at my camp making a fish and rice dinner. As is our trout preparation style, after fish have heated up in an aluminum foil covered frying pan with just a thin coating of oil, we use a pair of small long nose pliers and fork to grab backbones, peel away flesh, remove bones, fins, and most of the skin.

Note the little pile of bones in the picture. Before starting the fish I had cooked a half cup of Minute rice that was set aside. After the trout minus bones are well done we mix in rice and cook a couple more minutes. Cooking completed, with a bit of salt added, it was utterly delicious and just the kind of protein my body was craving.

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J on the other hand would be away fishing for another hour. Later as he began frying his smaller fish, early shadows from sun blocking Mt. I, would soon dim our zone so I set out with camera gear to see what the area offered. I was a bit late for a few modest subjects I came across and was soon back at camp. Well before sunset I was once again in my tent ready for another long night of sleep. Although the lake has a potential for excellent dusk pink earth shadow views southward, there was still hazy smoke in the air. (J's tent dark, above square boulder)

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As early risers that love the early mornings we were awake at dawn on Sunday morning July 17, and packed up promptly that usually takes us only about a half hour. And no, on days we are on a route at sunrise, we do not bother with any breakfast and in fact I have lived for years not usually eating any breakfast on work days as eating too often daily tends to age at a greater rate one internal body that over decades may have affects. Our ancestors did not eat 3 meals a day as food preparation was considerable work.

With turfy meadow grasses showing frost, a clear sunny sky above, a slight sumping breeze across B waters, we were on our way to the top of R Pass at 11250 feet one step at a time as the first rays of sun began creeping down slopes of Mt. I to our west. After a long night of refreshing sleep, stopping just a few times briefly, we climbed the moderately steep 375 feet from camp that required some visual route finding near the top. Thus our lungs ability to capture oxygen molecules into our blood streams was finally catching up to the low oxygen at these high altitudes that usually takes me a couple days...

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David, enjoying playing in a stream.
 
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Hunkering down in a tent and listening to a tornado pass over (it did a lot of damage less than 3 blocks away). Yes, they DO sound like freight trains.

Another time, trying to anchor down the cooler, so that the raccoons couldn't get into it, I put a heavy wooden box that we kept all the gear in on top, then the cook stove, then another heavy wooden box that the lanterns were kept in, and at least a couple of other heavy things.

In the middle of the night, I heard a loud crash, grabbed a flashlight and looked out. A teeny, tiny little raccoon (that's what we have in Florida, not like the big guys up north) had patiently pushed the whole conglomeration off the table and was helping himself to the contents. He had one egg in his mouth, one in each paw and one under each armpit and was waddling off into the woods. I let him go. No use arguing with a raccoon.....you won't win.

Our dog was very upset, so I zipped her into my sleeping bag with me. She proceeded to have one of her epileptic attacks and peed all over me. My daughter, who was 9-ish at the time, got sick and ralphed all over the tent. It was a loooong night and we went home the next morning.
 
A recurring nightmare scenario of being really, really tired and awakened at 2AM to run around in underwear try to chase off the raccoons that got hold of everything AGAIN and had scattered it everywhere.
 
I had a rare treat one time I was camping out by myself.
Sitting quietly in the bush, a Tammar Wallaby slowly passed within 20 feet of me.
Not often seen, and rarely so close.
During the day they stay hidden in the underbrush and only graze in fields at night.
The first time I have encountered one. Not seen one since.
Not my photo
 


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