I have great memories of sleeping under the stars as a kid on our farm far from town and any lights. We’d lay there talking and looking at the sky hoping to spot a shooting star or a satellite. Good times.
I’ve done all of listed styles of camping at one time or another. Now a days maybe a weekend in a handicapped accessible cabin with a carport in a wooded area would be nice. Preferably with running water and electricity!
Likewise, I’ve done all of the above at one time or another. Haven’t been backpacking in years, not sure if my 70-year-old bones would be as appreciative of the effort as they used to be, but would be willing to try given the right motivation.
Still have a ton of gear, though it’s suitability and usability might be questionable since it’s been packed out in the shop for a long time.
We used to camp in State and National campgrounds in the Northeast and enjoyed it (we drove to them), although it often rained and our tent was not waterproof, no matter what we did. My best story was that we arrived in Acadia National Park in early August (beautiful with nice day hikes) and the Ranger assigned us a spot for our 5 days. He came by to collect the $3 (!!) for the first day and said it had not rained in a long time so we could not build an open fire but our Coleman stove was fine. Before we finished setting up the tent, the rain began and was present for most of our stay and we wwere wet most of the time. We take credit for alleviating the drought there! [Our first tent in 1970 was a pup tent-5 ft long and 3 ft high-we had a very small car].
Camping was all my parent’s could afford to do with us kids. I enjoyed it at the time but I have had my fill.
We often camped on the Texas beaches. When I was about 6 and my brother was 3, we were tent camping in South Padre. A hurricane hit the northern coast of Mexico meaning that South Padre got the dirty side of the storm with tropical storm force winds
I remember my parents trying to hold up the sides of the tent in the middle of the night with not much luck. Finally they gave up and we drove to a very questionable motel and my mom made us sleep in our sleeping bags on the bed because it looked so icky. Good times!
@cbatte
I remember a similar situation during a tornado not too far from where we were camping. Rain came down so fast down the hill that it flooded the tents and got all the sleeping bags wet while we were in a movie to avoid the storm (Short Circuit). That was one damp night!
Elvira was my favorite kind of camping, but I don’t believe she’s on the air any more.
/image elvira, queen of the night
@phendrick Sorry, I remembered her as a queen, not a mistress.
@phendrick ha! I just finished a commissioned painting of her mashed with venom.
I have great memories of sleeping under the stars as a kid on our farm far from town and any lights. We’d lay there talking and looking at the sky hoping to spot a shooting star or a satellite. Good times.
Camping is a legitimate strategy.
Glamping
Camping, to me, is a hotel with a bed, running water, WiFi, no room service, cold muffins for breakfast and questionable coffee.
@TheDagda
I was just gonna say the same thing. Ruffing it would be those questionable 2 star motels lol
Motorcycle camping!
I’ve done all of listed styles of camping at one time or another. Now a days maybe a weekend in a handicapped accessible cabin with a carport in a wooded area would be nice. Preferably with running water and electricity!
Likewise, I’ve done all of the above at one time or another. Haven’t been backpacking in years, not sure if my 70-year-old bones would be as appreciative of the effort as they used to be, but would be willing to try given the right motivation.
Still have a ton of gear, though it’s suitability and usability might be questionable since it’s been packed out in the shop for a long time.
As long as I can shower daily.
I’ve done tent camping, roof top pop-up camping, and travelled in an RV.
We used to camp in State and National campgrounds in the Northeast and enjoyed it (we drove to them), although it often rained and our tent was not waterproof, no matter what we did. My best story was that we arrived in Acadia National Park in early August (beautiful with nice day hikes) and the Ranger assigned us a spot for our 5 days. He came by to collect the $3 (!!) for the first day and said it had not rained in a long time so we could not build an open fire but our Coleman stove was fine. Before we finished setting up the tent, the rain began and was present for most of our stay and we wwere wet most of the time. We take credit for alleviating the drought there! [Our first tent in 1970 was a pup tent-5 ft long and 3 ft high-we had a very small car].
Camping was all my parent’s could afford to do with us kids. I enjoyed it at the time but I have had my fill.
We often camped on the Texas beaches. When I was about 6 and my brother was 3, we were tent camping in South Padre. A hurricane hit the northern coast of Mexico meaning that South Padre got the dirty side of the storm with tropical storm force winds
I remember my parents trying to hold up the sides of the tent in the middle of the night with not much luck. Finally they gave up and we drove to a very questionable motel and my mom made us sleep in our sleeping bags on the bed because it looked so icky. Good times!
@cbatte
I remember a similar situation during a tornado not too far from where we were camping. Rain came down so fast down the hill that it flooded the tents and got all the sleeping bags wet while we were in a movie to avoid the storm (Short Circuit). That was one damp night!