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I brought my own tent and my sister was sleeping with her friends so my parents had to set up and sleep in a 10 person tent by themselves. I setup my tent and found my sister and her friend, and we decided to check out the campsite. We got on our bikes and set out for the unknown camp. We turned down the main road, and found a huge hill

decide which was more important to me, the dryness of my clothes or the preparation of the beans. The clothes won by a thread so I scurried with everyone else to the nearest tent. I entered the barely standing luxury tent to see Parker, Nathan, and Eli wiping the rain off their coats. “Why are you bringing the beans in the tent?” Parker said. What kind of question was that? Was I supposed to leave them to be destroyed by the elements? “Because I’m going to eat them.” I said as if it were obvious

I woke up to my alarm clock and mom banging on my door. The time is 7:50 and I am late for my first day to my new school. Unsure of what to do when I pull up to the school I ask my mom to move back to my old home. I walk into my new class with all eyes on me for being the new kid hoping the teacher seats me in the back of the classroom for a quick getaway when the bell rings. Unfortunately I was seated dead center, with an icebreaker activity. I met a new friend, his name was Augustine. Tall and

The modern-day nomad is any person who has to ask themselves where their travel begins and where they end and what exactly counts as the whole soul-searching shebang. The thing about those collectors of cool things is that their routine is the lack of one. If that's so, what happens when they come into a highly structured environment that is very direct and singular? I'm talking about what happens when they go camping, specifically in the bush of Botswana, largely because that's where a gang of merry

clean up their area and go to the book area and read a book. Annette cleans the table and puts things away. A couple of the boys find popup tents and

wouldn’t be staying at a lodge. We would be out in the wilderness, using flimsy old cloth tents. We were told to sign a waiver, should any freak accident occur on the trip the university would not be liable. We would be treated like adults, we could do whatever we like during our spare time. Very few tents so the eighteen of us would have to share and it would be three to a tent. Only our professor got his own tent. My class had only two guys in it and the girls were very clingy and cliquish. As a transfer

Last winter, I went on a camping trip in the woods. As we unpacked our tents, I couldn’t believe what I saw. Two red eyes glowing right at me behind a bush. They were getting bigger and bigger the closer the creature got to us. We usually go camping in this forest, but this was the first time I saw something strange here. My stomach churned as I noticed the bush starting to rustle, alarming me that the creature will jump out and kill us. ¨Hey Matt, do you see those big, glowing, red eyes too

According to KOA in March 2017, it’s estimated that 13 million U.S households plan to camp more in 2017 than they did in 2016, and more than one million new households have started camping each year since 2004 (Cairn Consulting Group). Each person has their reasons for wanting to go camping. I’m glad so many Americans choose to get away for a while. For me, camping is a way to get back in touch with nature, to spend more quality time with my family, and to get some awesome exercise. Spending time

though I had a sleeping bag. It was creepy I could hear things creaking in the distance. I also had to walk outside of the tent to use the bathroom, or get food out of the cooler. The night ended up being terrible. It felt as if the cold was piercing through my blanket. I tried to warm up in my sleeping bag by moving around, but without being able to make a fire in the tent I couldn’t get warm. Somehow my friend had already fallen asleep, but as I lied awake I could hear the creaking of trees

After twenty-two years of marriage and tent camping, we finally upgraded to a popup camper, which is considered to be “entry level” to travel trailers. We loved that popup camper (Note: Any time I say “we loved,” please understand I am excluding my daughter). For the first time in our camping lives we had air conditioning, running water, light that did not come from a flame, and although it was not much softer than the ground we had slept on for years, we had a bed off the ground. For the first