A funny memory about my first camping trip with my wife...

Thanks for all of the funny stories--I enjoyed all of them.

Best--Jeremy

About 31 years ago or so, back just after I was in high school,I used to go camping with my friends. I'm still friends with all of them, so still go camping, some do not. One spring we jus had to go out camping. We had been cooped up all winter and had been talking about how great camping would be in the spring. So, first warn day we head out with our only tent to the local park. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Was fun at first but, after darkness settled in it started to get cold. I think there was still snow on the ground. We all crawled into the one tent to sleep and I realized, that I was the only one that prepared at all.(as usual) At first I was all toasty and warm in my sleeping bag. Then I frivolously, and stupidly, gave up my sleeping bag to the pregnant woman. I froze after that. I could hear her sleeping peacefully, snoring away while I shivered and hardly slept at all. It took me several hours the next morning before I fully felt warm again. A few months later a healthy baby girl was born. I am now good friends with that baby girl ( she is now 31) and the rest of her family too. I now go camping with her kids. But, I never let her forget that she is nice and healthy because I froze my A** sleeping on the ground all those many years ago because I wanted her mom to be warm while pregnant and carrying her . jk


Oh, and I still have the same sleeping bag. I now use it as a comforter in my camper. It's a little thread bare but, every time I cover up with it I remember this memory and every other memory I've made over the years sleeping in that old sleeping bag.

Haven't seen Chris in years! I think he got his fair share of me on that fateful weekend.

Handbasket wrote:
No DW in this story, since my then-GF couldn't get time off from work. The plant I worked in the early 80's did a 1-week shut-down for inventory every summer, and most of us _had_ to take that week as vacation. So I did a trip to NC's Outer Banks, an all-day drive one way back then. My 'RV' was a 1980 Toyota 4x4 long bed pickup with a fiberglass shell on the bed. My bed was a 3" foam futon. My 'storage compartments' were 3 cardboard boxes ahead of & behind the wheel wells, with an ice chest in the 4th hole.

The 3rd night out I had a great site in the Frisco NPS CG. Unlike the other CG's there, part of it is built on a sand ridge, putting some sites in sight of the ocean and giving some separation from other sites by elevation. Great! I'm going to the nearby store and buy a steak, some charcoal, and a 'tater. Gonna have me a fine supper!

Built the fire, waited for the coals to burn down, started the 'tater, waited a bit then the steak. Got everything laid out on the table for the feast-to-come. Plated the spud and meat and put them on the table. Realized I hadn't put out a fork.

Went two steps to the tailgate, dug one out of the cookbox. Turned back to the table, just in time to see a seagull flapping like heck, trying to lift off with my steak in his beak!!!! I threw up my arms and yelled, he gave up and dropped my steak... right in the sand!!! Arrrgggghhhh! Nooo!!!

Hey, I'm a hungry bachelor! I rinsed the steak off in water from the blivet, tossed it on the grill for a minute, flipped it for another, and ate! Yep, a bit of grit, just added for texture.... ;)

Jim, "My typos, mistakes, and misspellings are intentional and copyrighted."

lol

Love the story. Are you still friends with Chris?

Due to a mixup at a cabin-rental outfit, Liz and I ended up in a cabin with only a twin bed. I'm 5'10" and ~230lbs then. (I've added a bit.) She's 5'8" and ~150 then. (She's added ~15lbs of muscle.) While it was summer (late June), this was central New Hampshire, and nights get cool. The cabin used a small electric heater, but neither of us realized it didn't work. (The breaker was off!) I woke up around 6am...it was only about 55 in the cabin, and she was in her usual summer sleepwear: a halter top, running shorts, and sleep mask.

Normally, when cold, she cocoons herself in the blankets (and leaves me none)...but the bed was so small that she couldn't. Instead, she wound up wrapping both of us, and I woke up laying on my back, with her laying half on me & her head on my left shoulder.

After that...I didn't want to fix the heater.

No DW in this story, since my then-GF couldn't get time off from work. The plant I worked in the early 80's did a 1-week shut-down for inventory every summer, and most of us _had_ to take that week as vacation. So I did a trip to NC's Outer Banks, an all-day drive one way back then. My 'RV' was a 1980 Toyota 4x4 long bed pickup with a fiberglass shell on the bed. My bed was a 3" foam futon. My 'storage compartments' were 3 cardboard boxes ahead of & behind the wheel wells, with an ice chest in the 4th hole.

The 3rd night out I had a great site in the Frisco NPS CG. Unlike the other CG's there, part of it is built on a sand ridge, putting some sites in sight of the ocean and giving some separation from other sites by elevation. Great! I'm going to the nearby store and buy a steak, some charcoal, and a 'tater. Gonna have me a fine supper!

Built the fire, waited for the coals to burn down, started the 'tater, waited a bit then the steak. Got everything laid out on the table for the feast-to-come. Plated the spud and meat and put them on the table. Realized I hadn't put out a fork.

Went two steps to the tailgate, dug one out of the cookbox. Turned back to the table, just in time to see a seagull flapping like heck, trying to lift off with my steak in his beak!!!! I threw up my arms and yelled, he gave up and dropped my steak... right in the sand!!! Arrrgggghhhh! Nooo!!!

Hey, I'm a hungry bachelor! I rinsed the steak off in water from the blivet, tossed it on the grill for a minute, flipped it for another, and ate! Yep, a bit of grit, just added for texture.... ;)

Jim, "My typos, mistakes, and misspellings are intentional and copyrighted."

My wife liked the outdoors so she convinced me that camping would be fun. I was kind of skeptical because I had camped in the Boy Scouts and later on was given the opportunity to "camp" by Uncle Sam. I swore I would never sleep on the ground in my life again. So we bought a (ab)used pop up which we coaxed back to life (a great adventure in itself). Looking back at it, it was a beater, but we were proud of it. So away we went on our first adventure.

We went to a little Mom and Pop CG on the Eastern shore of MD, right on the Bay. It was Fall, and toward the end of the season, so there were very few people there. After "Mom" checked us in, "Pop" stated "It gets mighty windy on the point, do you have a way to strap that thing down" WHAT? :E "Mom" shushed him and convinced us that we would survive.

"Pop" then came along and wanted to help me back into the site. Guess I wasn't quick enough for him because he reached into the cab of my pickup and grabbed the wheel.

I never saw a Beagle fly before. Pepper came up from behind the front seat and tried to defend me by eating "Pops" arm. Luckily, I was able to snag her and my wife helped hold her before she got a bite. Never saw her aggressive before and never saw her aggressive again. Guess she just wanted to make sure that no one hurt the supplier of dog cookies. LOL, "Pops" decided that he had enough for the day and retreated.

We had no further incidents that weekend and I was sold on RVing. We went through the logical progression - Pop up to TT to Class A. And never had a bad adventure. Some were better that others but I wouldn't trade the memories of any one of them in.

My wife and I just got to the campground after an 5 hour drive and were both tired. She jumped out to guide me while backing into our site, she waived me to go right, then left, then right.... Finally completely frustrated I jumped out of the jeep and went up to her and noticed she was now laughing uncontrollably! Well, I said "what's so funny? You got me all over this campsite!" She looked at me and said, "I was trying to swat away some gnats!" At which point we both started to laugh and it took a good few minutes to compose ourselves in order for me to get the popup into position

Lots of funny stories here--proposals and visits from bears on first camping trips with sweethearts. Any other funny stories?

Best--Jeremy