I must pack my short lifer full of interesting events and creative activity. Philosophy and aesthetic contemplation are not enough. I intend to do everything possible to broaden my experiences and allow myself to reach...
Mom, camping is not a date; it’s an endurance test. If you can survive camping with someone, you should marry them on the way home.
Each evening, I ached for the shelter of my tent, for the smallest sense that something was shielding me from the entire rest of the world, keeping me safe not from danger, but from vastness...
I’d like to sit around a campfire with a couple of cowboys and argue over who’s going to turn on the stove.
I’m not a firefighter—I’m a firefly fighter. My bravery may come in small flashes, but I am sure it doesn’t go unnoticed by lustful women and campers everywhere.
I walked slowly to enjoy this freedom, and when I came out of the mountains, I saw the sky over the prairie, and I thought that if heaven was real, I hoped it was a...
Deep silence fell about the little camp, planted there so audaciously in the jaws of the wilderness. The lake gleamed like a sheet of black glass beneath the stars. The cold air pricked. In the...
When I returned to camp, they walked behind me on the trail, and we spoke not a word about getting skunked today, but rather talked about the days we returned with a stringer full of...
What on earth would I do if four bears came into my camp? Why, I would die of course. Literally shit myself lifeless.
If you have not touched the rocky wall of a canyon. If you have not heard a rushing river pound over cobblestones. If you have not seen a native trout rise in a crystalline pool...
I’m tired of being set upon by crazed Christians one minute and unbridled libertines the next. Girls, I’m going camping.
For brick and mortar breed filth and crime,With a pulse of evil that throbs and beats;And men are whithered before their primeBy the curse paved in with the lanes and streets.And lungs are poisoned and...
We combine our three packs of pasta for dinner – pesto. We tip the dried stuff into a pan, add water and simmer. We try it, looking at each other with disbelief as it hits...
In a well-ordered universe…camping would take place indoors.
I have always loved camping, ever since I was eight, and was forcibly stuffed in a trunk and dropped off in the middle of the forest. My dad was a complex man, but I believe...
…my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight – we go camping at night – it’s my lucid dream of being with you…
Camping is nature’s way of promoting the motel business.
You don’t have to say everything to be a light. Sometimes a fire built on a hill will bring interested people to your campfire.
—Shannon L. Alder
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