Camping Funnies.

[Petee]

So since we all have had some great camping experiences, tell us your funniest!

[Polo]

I remember Girl Scout Camp one year.  Not really funny, but eventful.  We were all Brownie age.  The older girl scouts made us a dinner. They were high school girls. The potatoes came out good, the chicken was burnt black, but the dessert was nice.  They put chocolate cake mix in hollowed out halved oranges and baked them on the fire.  Was a neat dessert, I think.  Then some of the girls when hiking ran into a wasp nest somewhere and got stung pretty bad.  One older girl had big welts all over her.  She had to be taken to the doctor.  All in all, we had a good time hiking, swimming, and canoeing.

That was back when you had to wear a bathing cap.   Mine was white with big multicolored flowers on it.  Ugly thing.  Some of us also wore noseplugs.  Ha Ha!

[Petee]

The first time I went to the ocean, I went with my four young kids (about 4-6-8-10), knowing nothing about what we would experience.  We were in a tent, at Assateague.  Right after setting up our camp, we walked to the beach and proceeded to walk in the water.  My son was about 4 and was sticking close to me while the girls were walking away.  I waded in to my knees and a little above, turned my back to the water and was talking to my son.  A bigger wave came in as I was leaning toward him trying to get him to brave the water when it hit me and actually rolled me up the beach, then a short way back down toward the water.  I was about drowned, clothing full of sand, my son was screaming for help because he thought I was going to get washed away.  I told him I was OK, trying to stop his hysterics and was walking back up toward him.  Of course a lot of people were gawking, not that anyone came to help, and as I got into shallower water, my pants fell down, loaded with a ton of sand.  WELL!  I pulled them up and uncomfortably walked to a beach shower with the little dignity I had left, stationed my son right outside of the door where I could see his feet and tried to wash as much sand out of my clothing as possible without undressing because the bottom of the door was rather high, not a lot of privacy.  Since we were still in our regular clothes, I had to rinse several layers.  I started at the top with my hair, rinsed down to my shoulders, pulled out my top undergarment to rinse the sand down through, when I saw two bulging black beady eyes peering at me from down under!  It squirmed up and out over the top of my shirt, plopped onto the slatted floor and disappeared. I screamed like I was being murdered and again my poor son thought he had lost his mother.  My daughters came running and finished guard duty while I rinsed the rest of the sand from my duds.  Back at the tent I changed clothes and hung most of my wet clothes on the tent poles to dry.  However, I didn't want to leave personal items hanging out in plain sight, so I hung them on a handle on the back of the seat of our Volkswagen Bug.  I figured they would dry in the breeze while we went to Ocean City.

We went across the bridge and were trying to find parking when a gentleman kindly showed us where to park.  He chatted for quite a while, smiling broadly the whole time and sent us off to park.  As I got the kids out of the car, I realized then that my undies were visible (although discreetly) right inside of the window at which he was standing.  No wonder he was laughing the whole time.  It was a wild day!!!   Good thing they were Granny Panties.

Now, who has a story to match that one?

[fedup]

I went out in a boat and the oars leaked

[Polo]

On 7/3/2025 at 12:34 PM, Petee said:

The first time I went to the ocean, I went with my four young kids (about 4-6-8-10), knowing nothing about what we would experience.  We were in a tent, at Assateague.  Right after setting up our camp, we walked to the beach and proceeded to walk in the water.  My son was about 4 and was sticking close to me while the girls were walking away.  I waded in to my knees and a little above, turned my back to the water and was talking to my son.  A bigger wave came in as I was leaning toward him trying to get him to brave the water when it hit me and actually rolled me up the beach, then a short way back down toward the water.  I was about drowned, clothing full of sand, my son was screaming for help because he thought I was going to get washed away.  I told him I was OK, trying to stop his hysterics and was walking back up toward him.  Of course a lot of people were gawking, not that anyone came to help, and as I got into shallower water, my pants fell down, loaded with a ton of sand.  WELL!  I pulled them up and uncomfortably walked to a beach shower with the little dignity I had left, stationed my son right outside of the door where I could see his feet and tried to wash as much sand out of my clothing as possible without undressing because the bottom of the door was rather high, not a lot of privacy.  Since we were still in our regular clothes, I had to rinse several layers.  I started at the top with my hair, rinsed down to my shoulders, pulled out my top undergarment to rinse the sand down through, when I saw two bulging black beady eyes peering at me from down under!  It squirmed up and out over the top of my shirt, plopped onto the slatted floor and disappeared. I screamed like I was being murdered and again my poor son thought he had lost his mother.  My daughters came running and finished guard duty while I rinsed the rest of the sand from my duds.  Back at the tent I changed clothes and hung most of my wet clothes on the tent poles to dry.  However, I didn't want to leave personal items hanging out in plain sight, so I hung them on a handle on the back of the seat of our Volkswagen Bug.  I figured they would dry in the breeze while we went to Ocean City.

We went across the bridge and were trying to find parking when a gentleman kindly showed us where to park.  He chatted for quite a while, smiling broadly the whole time and sent us off to park.  As I got the kids out of the car, I realized then that my undies were visible (although discreetly) right inside of the window at which he was standing.  No wonder he was laughing the whole time.  It was a wild day!!!   Good thing they were Granny Panties.

Now, who has a story to match that one?

Ah, Assateague.  One of my favorite places.  I never camped there, but visit there often.  As you described what happened on your visit, I could just see it perfectly!  Hilarious.

[Lizard]

Our first time camping we were going to use the fire ring for cooking but didn't bring anything to lite a fire.

[Constitutionalist]

15 minutes ago, Lizard said:

Our first time camping we were going to use the fire ring for cooking but didn't bring anything to lite a fire.

We went camping in West Virginia. Our first trip to a little dispersed campground in the mountains.. while sitting eating our food the couple next to us came over asking if we had any kerosene left to start their fire… they couldn’t keep it going… we don’t use any accelerants when starting a camp fire.. don’t want any chemicals contaminating food… before we even had a chance to go help them, they were tore down and leaving.. baked potato’s still wrapped and trying to cook. 
 

now I know not everyone is outdoorsy and good with stuff like that.. but come on, if you’re camping you should at least know how to start a fire!! 
 

of course if you forgot stuff to build a fire it’s gonna be a little more difficult lol.. but these people had everything they could of possibly needed 

[Petee]

Everyone should be forced to do a stint in the military between their 11th and 12th grades.  It could include a stipend for college or a training school.  That could include basic survival skills, map reading, respecting and being leadership, how to be a good follower, independent thinking, decision making, basic math in daily life, basic growing skills, and anything else that will actually be useful, physically or mentally in their coming lives.  Men in one camp, women in another.  Excellence in leadership and teaching skills required.  Also, a basic, usable understanding there being a higher power and that all things fit together when investigated openly.  Intense, yes!  A way to change our youth into better more peaceful people, absolutely!

No one would grow up being too detached to even start a fire!

[Petee]

Too many kids are NOT truly educated while growing up.  It's more about having fun, less about becoming happy and content.

 

OK, next!