Camping adventures - where do you wanna go?

I'd like to take my baby out to Enchanted Rock, not too far from where I live, and enjoy the day basking in the nude amid the sun and nature. ;)

And, some time in the near future, take a vacation to southern Germany, and show her the castles and village surrounding the Bodensee. Maybe we'll retire there . . . .
 
1. Andalucia, Southern Spain in the early 1950s, but without Franco's Civil Guard.

2. A. The Dandenongs, B. around Walhalla, C, Ninety-Mile Beach, all in Victoria, Australia in the late 1950s and early 1960s.

3. Germany's Black Forest in the 1890s or later 1920s.

4. The interior of Ceylon (Sri Lanka) in the 1930s.

5. Snowdonia and other parts of North Wales in the 1750s before the roads were built and the non-alcoholic chapel mentality began. Welshmen used to drink like Scots!

Og
 
Really? Interesting. How are the bugs - lots of scary creepy-crawlies? (I'm a north-country wimp - nasty black-flies and skeeters in season, but nothing deadly or really creepy.) When's the best time to go?
Actually, the bugs aren't bad up there at all, maybe because of the higher elevation? The best time to go is during the week after Memorial Day, when everyone's leaving. It's still nice and cool at night, but warm enough to swim during the day.
 
5. Snowdonia and other parts of North Wales in the 1750s before the roads were built and the non-alcoholic chapel mentality began. Welshmen used to drink like Scots!

Og
I'll get the time machine and we can go drinking with my crazy ancestors. ;)
 
Just got back from a Colorado Utah trip

We are a little spoiled 30' camper but still the Utah area was very nice lots of stars and great sexy campfire stories.
 
I think Og got the "Your dream car - any era" thread confused with the "Where do you wanna go camping" thread. :D :rose:

I did 1 and 2 in my post above but Franco's Civil Guard were a serious and potentially life-threatening nuisance for area 1.

For area 2, Australia's lethal wildlife were less worrying... :D

One of my uncles hiked the Black Forest in the 1920s and 1930s and had trouble with Hitler's SA in the 1930s.

One of the family's friends toured Ceylon in the 1930s with elephants to carry the luggage. How else? I rode up a Sri Lankan river bareback on an elephant (the elephant was bare, not me) in the 1960s.

Og
 
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I did 1 and 2 in my post above but Franco's Civil Guard were a serious and potentially life-threatening nuisance for area 1.

For area 2, Australia's lethal wildlife were less worrying... :D

One of my uncles hiked the Black Forest in the 1920s and 1930s and had trouble with Hitler's SA in the 1930s.

One of the family's friends toured Ceylon in the 1930s with elephants to carry the luggage. How else? I rode up a Sri Lankan river bareback on an elephant (the elephant was bare, not me) in the 1960s.

Og

Pretty dog-goned cool. :) :rose:
 
In my dreams: Yellowknife to Kamloops on horseback - three months of huntin'/fishin' fun.

Real life: Depending on where I'm living next year, I'd definitely going to do two weeks in the north of Sweden or two weeks in western Uruguay. The nice thing about both those locations is that you can repressurise with a few days of highly civilised living (Stockholm/Montevideo) at the end of the trip.

Re-reading this, I've realised just how much more highly I value my time than my money...
 
One of the most incredible camping trips I ever did was when i was in High School. My father and I had planned it out. We were going to fly from the Cape to Oregon and do some winter camping. A friend of his has a whole lot of property out there and gave us permission to do it. Hell we didn't even need hunting permits.

It was going to be my father and myself for four weeks out in the middle of no-where. Pack it in and live there. We had everything ready. The tent, the rifles, the clothing and the emergency food. Then Uncle Sam called and my father had to cancel. To say I was bummed would be an understatement. We had planned on this for several months and I was more than just looking forward to it.

Just before he headed out my father dropped his bombshell on me. He told me we still had two tickets for the trip and everything was packed so I should head out. If I could find someone to go with me that would be great but if I couldn't then I should still go. Hmmmmmmm, who among my few friends would be available and willing to do this? I thought about this and no-one I could think of would be able to head out with me. Oh well doing it alone was better than not doing it. Then at the last moment one of my friends, Tony, told e they were more than just willing to go along with me.

At first I was hesitant because Tony was tiny and city bred. Then the more I thought about it the more it seemed right. Tony was small but tough. Tony was willing to push it to the limits and never backed down from a challenge. I agreed even as I repacked things. There was no way Tony was going to pack in the amount of gear my father could so I was going to have to carry more.

Then the time came to leave. We checked our packs and the rifles and flew out west. We arrived in Oregon on a nice clear day, rode with my fathers friend to his house and set out. Two days later we set up camp in the middle of no-where. The tent was set up in the lea of a rock face, then covered with snow. A fire pit was dug and lined and a fire lit. The rifles were unlimbered and off I went to do some hunting. It only took me about half an hour to bag a nice sized deer.

That night after dinner, fire cooked Venison with Camp Bread washed down with hot strong coffee we went into the tent and crawled into bed. Bed was a large two man down sleeping bag covered with a couple of blankets. (And on an Air Matress.) I crawled into the sleeping bag and felt Tony's warm and very naked body slide up next to mine to keep warm in the sub zero weather. This was the right way to start a one month camping trip in the wilds.

Then again Tony was about five feet tall, about one hundred pounds and her full name was Antionette.

I will always remember that camping trip.

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In my dreams: Yellowknife to Kamloops on horseback - three months of huntin'/fishin' fun.

Real life: Depending on where I'm living next year, I'd definitely going to do two weeks in the north of Sweden or two weeks in western Uruguay. The nice thing about both those locations is that you can repressurise with a few days of highly civilised living (Stockholm/Montevideo) at the end of the trip.

Re-reading this, I've realised just how much more highly I value my time than my money...

Reminds me of scuba class where the instructor opened the class with this statement "Scuba divers, tend to take two more vacation days a year,, enjoy thier summers more, and travel more different locations than the average person." For them, its not about the money, but about enjoying thier sport
 
I used to camp a lot here in Florida, but its almost impossible to camp anywhere, now, and not see a house.
 
I would love to spend a summer walking the North Country Trail across the Upper Peninsula here. It runs through some beautiful country. I have done about a 20 mile stretch of it but would love to do all of it sometime.
I doubt if I would ever have enough time to walk the whole trail across the country.
 
Scuba divers are ass-hats who stuff their 50 inch asses into 49 inch caves....and drown.
 
WILLIE

You are SOOOOO depraved. While youre prancing naked thru the poison ivy a wasp needs to sodomize the head of your dick.
 
McKenna's new backpack got me thinking . . .



I want to do these things while I'm still vigorous and healthy enough to be able to.

(McKenna, darling, that pack is darling, but the 3,500 or so cubes just aren't going to be enough on these trips.)

(So - when do you wanna go? :) :rose: :heart: )

I've just got back from camping. Supervising nearly 20 teenagers. I'm happy to be back, and with the same number we left with. No more camping for me for a while!
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