Stories

[ikeslayer]

Just wondered what everyones stories were with camping. My family has a terrible history with camping. Just a couple of stories and then i want to hear the rest of yours.

I was about 6 years old and instead of my mom buying camping mattresses for us all she bought floating mattress like the kind you would use in the pool. After we all fell asleep the rain started hard. My mom or dad could not sleep in the tent due to such a storm. My dad turned on teh latern and much to there dismay there were 3 little boys in the tent all sleeping and yet from all the rain FLOATING around the tent.

Then there was a time my father forgot to chaulk the wheels on our pop up and we nearly ended in the creek after the wind pushed us some 100 feet. YIKES that would have been a wet awakending.

Alright what are your good or not so good moments camping

ike

[DUTCHMAN]

On our second or third trip with our pop-up camper it rained during the nite. Noticing that water had pooled on the awning I grabbed the support beam to lift it higher than the adjacent beam so it would drain to that side. Not realizing how heavy 5+ gallons were, the support slipped in my hands and all 5+ gallons poured on me. Being totally embarrased, and thinking no one observed this, I turned around to notice that a women walking to the bathroom saw the whole show. She was laughing so hard I thought she was going to wet herself. I was upset for about 5 seconds and burst out laughing also realizing what a goof I must have looked like.

[federline]

Thunderstorms and tents! Never fails!!!

Boy Scout camporee near Young America, summertime, thunderstorm gets nasty after dark - tents being held down only by Scouts inside (whipped up too fast to safely get to shelter), a heavy duty steel-framed dining fly is picked up, hits tents, and ends up mangled, and trees are falling down around everyone...

Not one boy or adult injured. Tell me they all weren't being looked after by someone that night...

With the scouts again, a 180 mile bike trip, one of the overnights in the Sebeka city park - after rousing all the boys from tents and sleeping bags, and herding them into a nearby rain shelter, wind loosens a couple tents, the self-standing tents are actually lifted away and moved with gear in them....

The boys recall the events with fondness, having "conquered" the danger. They will figure out later how lucky they were!

Then there was the tent camping/mountain biking trip in Moab, Utah with my best friend - a freak desert thunderstorm blows through in March after an unseasonably warm day of 85 degrees. If we hadn't been camping at the base of a mesa (Poison Spider Mesa to be precise) out of the full force, we would have been leveled, halfway across the continent, without any money to get a motel room even. We were staying on BLM land outside of town for free, we barely had enough moolah for gas to come home.