Something humorous or silly that you've done camping

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Sitting at work thinking about camping instead of working. I started thinking about some of the silly things I've done camping, so I figured it would be fun to see what others have done.

One of mine.
We were always tent and popup campers. Finally I bought my current trailer. On our maiden voyage I stopped at the local Walmart, parking well away from the store, to check the hitch (because I was a bit nervous). As I opened the drivers door to get back in the Suburban my son cries out that he needs to go pee.

So I grab him from the car and we run across the parking lot while I'm picturing the layout of Walmart so we can go through the door closest to the bathrooms. After he's finished we walk back across the parking lot.

I swear I was almost all the way back to the Suburban before I noticed the shiny new travel trailer with a fully functional bathroom hitched up to it and my wife standing there with a quizzical look on her face. :B

[noplace2]

There isn't enough bandwidth to enumerate all of the silly things we've done in 16 years on the road. 🙂

[raindove]

We frequently go to Ocean City, MD. I had picked up a yellow pages book at the tourist center, and kept it in the MH. One time going down, a tire blew out on us. We were only 1/2 mile from the campground and we managed to limp in. I got out the phone book, so we could look for someone to come out and get the tire changed. DH called a repair shop. He was telling them we were at CastAways Campground. They did not know where it was. He kept explaining to them where we were, and they did not know what he was talking about. They went round and round, and got no where. Took a while, but I finally realized that I had pulled the wrong phone book out of the cabinet. DH was calling Ocean City, New Jersey -- we were in Ocean City, Maryland. Talk about a "duh" moment. Once we got the right phone book, we were able to get our tire changed.

[MsCraftT]

Our first night out with our trailer was going rather well. We were testing out everything and going over all the buttons and systems in the trailer. We go to bed for the night and about a 30 minutes later I hear a loud bang. I wake my husband up to go and investigate. He gets up and looks outside the door, and right there by the door is a raccoon wrestling with our garbage bag that (unbeknownst to me) my husband hung on the handle by the door. He goes outside the door as the coon jumps out of the way of the door however still has his paws in our garbage bag. My husband then gets into a tug a war match with the coon fighting over the garbage bag. Through all this I'm still in bed and don't really hear much of anything. About 7 minutes later my husband comes in and says didn't you hear me, I was saying help help as I was fighting with a raccoon over our garbage. I tied the garbage bag outside on the handle. I was astonished as I didn't know why my husband (who hasn't camped much at all) would tie our garbage to the handle outside the door. He said he did get our garbage bag back.
The next morning when I get up the garbage bag was sitting on the floor with scratch marks and tears all over it. I peak outside and there is a trail of garbage scraps going off into the bushes. I'll never forget it. I know my husband learned his lesson. (What a crazy mess,) I always laugh at it to this day.

[salem]

There were at least two occasions when I was in law enforcement that we would get calls to an area where two major cross state freeways meet in our county. Seems the guy would pull in to get fuel while the DW visited the restroom. Problem was she would not tell the husband. These were people in trucks with campers. Hubby would get a couple of hundred miles down the road and then realize his wife was not in the camper. This was before everyone had cell phones. We would usually take the wife to the nearest all night coffee shop, or to her husband if it wasn't too far. Probably not funny to them at the time, but I suspect they have some laughs now. (if they're still married):S

[Anmacc2]

DW and I rarely make advance reservations bit we wanted to be in Durango Colorado for the Fourth of July 2015. We made our reservations a year in advance and were so proud of ourselves! On July 2nd we broke camp in Fort Collins, got in the truck, programmed in our campground in Durango, and it told me we were something like 1500 miles away??? Put it in again, same result!!! Yeah, the state abbreviation for Colorado is Co. State abbreviation for California is Ca. So close yet so far.....

[DutchmenSport]

I was in the Army, stationed at Fort Belvoir, VA. My wife and I had been married less than year and we rented a pop-up from the Post AAFES and towed it with my Chevy S-10 pick-up. We went to Fort Story, Virginia near Norfolk, VA as there was a military campground there and it was just North of Virginia Beach a little. Today, First Landing State Park is right there, don't know if the post campground is still there or not. This was 30 years ago.

We took our cat. Never been camping with the cat before, and in a pop-up. All was going well until the first night. So here we are, it's pitch black, wife and I in bed in our skivies. The cat starts making a fuss, and next thing I know, he's figured out a way to slip through the canvas on the bunk end and he got out!

I jumped out of bed (in my skivies) and barefoot and started calling, "Here kitty, kitty, kitty!" Nothing. "Here kitty, kitty kitty!" Then my wife would laugh, and say, "The cat's over there" ..... "where?" .... "Over there, can't you hear him?" And then I hear this... "ruffle, ruffle, ruffle" in the weeds. I'd head for that direction and call, "Here kitty, kitty, kitty", then "Ruffle, ruffle, ruffle" in a different direction.

By now, my wife was laughing so hard, and I'm trying to be quiet so no other campers will know I'm out there (in my skivies)... but, it's still pitch black dark out there, especially in the trees and weeds.

She's laughing louder and louder, I'm getting more and more paranoid, and the cat just won't come back to me! (I'm still in my skivies!)

Finally, I gave up. I went back to the camper and my wife is laughing hysterical at me. The cat had been back in the camper about 15 minutes earlier when she opened the door he just came back in! He was on the bed with her!

To this very day, I still don't know what that "ruffle, ruffle, ruffle" sound in the weeds was!

[cbshoestring]

We expected the weather to be OK in late May, but with a small pop-up and no furnance, one can never be sure, so I took a small space heater. Upper 50's during the day, mid to low 30's at night. Boy was I glad we took the heater.

Not wanting to run an electric heater when we were not around, I unplugged as we enjoyed the sights one day. Upper 50's, the dog would be fine with that.

Returning to the site, the sun setting, I plugged the heater in. PUFF...is that a wisp of smoke I saw? Get in the truck, we need to find another heater, FAST.

End of MAY, all the stores have spring stuff...no heaters. WE check EVERYWHERE. Home stores, auto-parts, drug stores. Boy it is going to be a COLD night. The wife is actually going to have to sleep close to me.

Back at the site...lets plug it back in, see if we can figure out why that puff of smoke happened. The wife really doesn't want to sleep that close to me. Nothing...heater is working fine :h Wait, what is that...PUFF...oh ****....DOG HAIR :S A single strand of hair from that long legged sheltie that looks like a collie pup.

Funny now....not so funny then.

One more...dogs fault.

First trip out with new TT. Again, May....so glad to have a furnance. BEEP BEEP BEEP....3 am, alarms going off...we have a gas leak... everyone out of the trailer.

The dog is no longer allowed to sleep near the carbon-monoxide/dioxide sensor.

[cyntdon2010]

We cooked steaks on the Grill one night. The next morning i toss the charcoal in the dumpster. ( they were cold ) 6 hours later the entire dumpster caught on fire.

It was not funny at the time... years later we laugh about it...

[csamayfield55x]

When we are parked at a RV site I have this cool little gadget that I hook to my trailer plug. It has a flasher assembly from an old truck and blinks all of my trailer lights on off on off as long as it is plugged in. We always take bets on how many people walking the campground will come over to either tell us something is wrong or ask how in the world we did that! We always get someone ask "Why would you want your lights to flash"? My wifes canned answer is always "Because he can" and we get a big laugh out of it.
We call them the party lights!

Chris

[BB_TX]

This was actually while in travel. Worrisome at the time, funny later.

After crossing the TX panhandle on I-40 and into NM with temps running 105 and above, we pulled into a rest area west of Santa Rosa to let the dog out to do her business, and ours while we were there. After 15 minutes or so, got back in the truck to leave. Put it in gear, hit the throttle, and no go. What? Tried again. Barely moved. Put in reverse, barely moved.

Oh, man! Transmission out? Tried again. Noticed the truck trying to move, but 5er not moving. Ah! Trailer brakes must be locked up. Checked emergency breakaway switch. Pin in place, but I pulled it out and reinserted. Still no go. Brake controller maybe? Pulled the cord to the trailer. No go. Turned the 12v disconnect switch. No go.

About 6 PM on a Friday afternoon and not long til dark and in a small rest area in a very remote area. Called an ERS that came with an extended service plan with the trailer. They were useless. Looked up phone number of local sheriff department. No answer! Looked up phone number of Santa Rosa police. Called and asked if they knew of an RV repair shop. "Yeah, but there are all closed now." No other offer of help. OK, time to panic.

Noticed an older maintenance man picking up trash around the rest area. Asked him if he knew of anyone who does RV repair. He spoke english with a fairly strong spanish accent. So he gets on his phone and begins speaking to someone in spanish. This makes me a little uneasy as I have no idea who he is talking with or what he is saying. But he hands me his phone and I am speaking with another obviously spanish person on the other end, but with less accent, and explain my problem.

"Ah, your emergency breakaway pin pulled." No, already checked that. "Your brake controller must have failed and holding the brakes." No, already checked that.

"Are you parked along the right side where the semis park?" Yes I am I said, wondering why that mattered. "Your tires are stuck to the asphalt", he said. WHAT? "Yes, your tires are stuck to the soft asphalt where the big trucks park. Get in the truck, put it in gear, and hit the throttle hard". I told him I already tried that. "Listen. I have made more $300-$400 trips out there than I can count for that very reason. It is downhill backwards. Put the truck in reverse, and hit the throttle".

I looked and, yes, it was slightly downhill going backward. He was obviously familiar with the rest area. Got in the truck, put it in reverse, hit the throttle fairly hard, truck hesitated a moment, then started rolling backward.

Got back on the phone and thanked him and ask how I could pay him. He said to just give his friend a little tip and be on my way. Gave the guy $20. He was happy. I was happy. Best of all, DW was (finally) happy. Apparently the guy just did not want to make a $300-400 call on a Friday evening. Or, hopefully, he was just a good guy. And what were the odds of finding a maintenance worker, picking up trash, who knew an RV repairman, who knew what the problem was? Someone was looking after us that day.

SO. If you ever travel across TX panhandle into NM during a very hot summer and stop at the rest area west of Santa Rosa, park on the left side, not the right side where the semis park.

[romore]

:B On our first trip my wife asked how far to the next town, she had to use the bathroom. I reminded her we had ours with us and pulled off the highway. "Oh yeah, I forgot".:o
I pulled out of the cg and felt a bump, hmmm don't remember seeing a rut there. Oh well and carried on. Pulled into the cg that afternoon and discovered I was missing a landing gear pad.:S

[JWRoberts]

Now that's funny. I've been camping for 40 years but I can't remember any funny events. I'm sure they happened, I just can't remember them.