I’ve camped three times in my life, and I’m old now. The first time was with two girlfriends, and we dragged a log to burn for our campfire. Turns out it was a piece of telephone pole which was treated with whatever - chemicals, etc. It never really died out, and the campground police got involved. It was messy for us young gals. Th…
I’ve camped three times in my life, and I’m old now. The first time was with two girlfriends, and we dragged a log to burn for our campfire. Turns out it was a piece of telephone pole which was treated with whatever - chemicals, etc. It never really died out, and the campground police got involved. It was messy for us young gals. The second time was in the middle of nowhere with my husband and Dalmatian. Pitched the tent .. while tornadoes gathered and the rain hit us. The water poured through our tent, soaked everything and our dog was howling. I believed we were going to die. Number three ... was a little Girl Scout camping thing that I was talked into. Not sure why I agreed. It was another tornado blowing through Minneapolis. Another miserable wet tent, lightening, thunder and little girls crying. I tried to keep it together, but I’m not a Girl Scout leader. Camping? No. Eating your camping menu? A definite yes. Only if I can do this in the comfort of my backyard. No tents allowed.
I’ve camped three times in my life, and I’m old now. The first time was with two girlfriends, and we dragged a log to burn for our campfire. Turns out it was a piece of telephone pole which was treated with whatever - chemicals, etc. It never really died out, and the campground police got involved. It was messy for us young gals. The second time was in the middle of nowhere with my husband and Dalmatian. Pitched the tent .. while tornadoes gathered and the rain hit us. The water poured through our tent, soaked everything and our dog was howling. I believed we were going to die. Number three ... was a little Girl Scout camping thing that I was talked into. Not sure why I agreed. It was another tornado blowing through Minneapolis. Another miserable wet tent, lightening, thunder and little girls crying. I tried to keep it together, but I’m not a Girl Scout leader. Camping? No. Eating your camping menu? A definite yes. Only if I can do this in the comfort of my backyard. No tents allowed.