he and i didn’t know each other well, even though we’d been dating for six months. we just weren’t connecting, y’know, although i liked him enough. but there was something about spending three days hauling a 70lb canoe around a mosquito infested series of lakes that really, i dunno, we got past language and got into something deep.
I was out in the dense forest and the trees around me waved there leaves at me as the wind rippled through my hair. I had only one knife for cutting wood but little did I know that that would the the weapon that would save my family from the dangers of mother nature. The only thing that I did know is that one day this would be one of the longest folktales known to man.
Camping is NO ONE’s idea of fun. At least, if you ask me. My brother loves it. He’s an expert fisherman, and spends most of his time out on the lake. I can’t even swim. Not to mention what the water does to my hair.
Camp out with me. Camp out in the dark. Camp outside of your comfort zone. Camp out under the stars, without worry of the rain clouds above. Camp out of what you’re used to. Camp out, and we will make love under the open void. Camp out and tell me all the wonders of your world. Camp out with me, and show me what it feels like to be alive. Camp out, and let us pitch a permanent tent in each other’s lives.
In the misty woods come one morn I was sitting by my tent. There was no sleep for me, there would never be any sleep for me. As I stared out into the fogging woods I considered my position. I was alone without anyone to help me, lost in this white washed forest, perhaps for all eternity.
The ground was course and brown with some chips from wood stranded about. I was sitting on the black chair looking forlornly at the fire that burned before me. It was a wreath of yellow reaching up to the sky, fighting to get up there, but nary a thing would help the flames in their endeavor. They could only stretch and get as far as they could before dissipating.
The night was dark and the clouds smothered the stars and moon in the sky. The forest was quite, all the animals gone off to a long needed sleep. I roasted a marshmallow, not really sure what I was doing.
We went camping that day. It wasn’t a big deal. But it felt like it. Cause it was with him. I never reallyfelt like this, but with him it was special. I knew that this day. Us two camping would do something to him. Maybe make him like me. Cause I knew he didn’t.
Oh, camping. Funny. We just purchased a 1994 camper at one of those year round campgrounds. I can not wait to get away from our miserable neighbors all summer. I fancy that I will have the carefree summer I used to read about and long for. I am sure it won’t be as carefree as all that, but still…
Everyone went out their tents and circled around the center of the camp as campfire songs serenaded the rest of the night, and as she was staring blankly in the fire and pondering in deep thought, a chuckle erupted and then she realized that she burned another s’more again in the fire.
I stared into the maw of the cavern and tightened my hood around my head against the breeze that wafted out. It was cold. This is the ice cave. This is where we would be camping for the next week. This is where we were going to catch him.
I have always wanted to go camping and fishing and stuff like that but then my dad left and things got boring around here also I think I should have more friends.
The smell of the tent was stronger than the smell of the fresh air outdoors. She wanted to be strong, independent pioneer women. But her hands were dry and her lips were chapped and she wanted to go home. Why did she do this? He peaked back in the flap, a huge grin on his face. Oh. That’s why.
It was a clear night, unlike any they had ever seen. The sky was cleared of clouds, making the stars they so longed to see visible. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. It was one of the few things they cherished together.
The mood inside of the Jeep was somber and LaKeisha knew it was most her fault. She’d started off this day as a grumpy tag-a-long, and felt resigned to play that role for the entire weekend. Her sisters in backseat were respectfully quiet, but when cut her eyes to her brother, he was all teeth and bobbing his head to Stevie Wonder. LaKeisha tried to scowl, but it was no match for the reluctant smile breaking on her face.
Camping is when you sleep outside in a tent your bed is a sleeping bag and your pillow is the ground, you eat lots of good camping food like beans and eggs. You will probably have a campfire to keep you nice and warm. Camping is lots of fun!
Why did we have to go camping? I had so many plans.
To hang at my friends house and squeal like true fans
Over a new music video of a special boy band.
But now I’m outside and covered in sand.
went once, shit girl got wine drunk and cried a lot. I knew that girls get wine drunk and cry a lot, but we drank the wine anyway. I think the box wine produces more tears than the bottles, but either way you need a lot of tissues when you go camping.
I love to camp. The outdoors. You know that feeling when you just get up and its a bit chilly but you smell that camp fire plus whatever’s being cooked for breakfast. I want to experience that feeling over and over again. I like that feeling of slipping into your crinkly sleeping bag in pitch black light after the end of a long day.
I went camping in my living room with my alter egos. I went camping in the living room with my alter egos. I think I’m getting rusty with writing because it’s been so long, but wait why am I thinking? Stop! Go hang out in the living room with your alter egos at writing camp, I’ll do. Thank you Yoda. Too weird to live, too rare to die. Not mine, but it is an oxymoron.
I like to go camping to see all that nature has to offer. When I go camping, I experience new things and new smells. I love fresh air and animals and discovering new plants. I am a very curious person.
i have never gone camping i think its boring or maybe if you go with your friends itll be fine but man i hate mosquitoes and yeah. besides theres no wifi so no thanks
camping as in happy campers. dirt, tents, water, jet skis. bobbing on the warm and wet Lake Mead waters, bobbing and listening to the water lap up against the quiet jet ski. The Hoover Damn glistening in the hot Nevada sun. quiet, calm, breathing in the way of being.
The night I went camping with her was the night I realized I could never be just her friend. It was a subtle thing at first, my likeness to her, but over time it blossomed into something beautiful, magical, and life altering. But of course, the monster in me, destroys everything I ever hold dear.
Marsha and Tanya went camping for the week, and they decided to share a tent.
Now, anyone with half a brain knew what this implied. But Robert, of course, was so dense that you couldn’t hold a light bulb over his head without it burning out. Robert thought for sure that Marsha and Tanya were simply “gal pals.” He didn’t even bat an eye when Marsha excused herself to the bathroom one night to wipe lipstick off her collar after a particularly frisky moment with Tanya outside while they were sharing a cigarette.
i smell campfire smoke. i taste marshmellow and hot chocolate and bacon and dirt. i feel damp and grubby. i hear laughter and crackling sparks and rainfall. and i see the stars at night.
I love camping -carefree, natural, laid-back, the smell of campfire permeating everything, the warmth of the fire, the taste of a gooey, delicious s’more, the gentle rush of the river, the wind through the trees
I never went camping with my family when I was little. I always wanted to tho. I guess I could go with them now but I don’t think they’ll want to anymore. My sister used to go caming a lot with my parents. I think it was because they were younger and had more free time.
The tent was big, there were a lot of us in it. The air outside was clean and cool; the pine trees smelled so good. Tight inside the sleeping bag, 6 other girls in the tent, all of them sound asleep, too young to dream about anything about maybe, and it could happen, and some day. But I had already met you and had been struck in the heart; it would never go away; didn’t know it at the time. And then, you popped your head inside the flap and said, “Okay, girls, time to get up.” And you looked right over at me and right into my eyes and then I knew that we would know each other for a long time. I didn’t know it would be for more than 40 years; I didn’t know that it would be the best and worst friendship of my life; I didn’t know you’d never love me the way that I loved you; I never thought I’d meet someone else. I did. You did. Camping out in other peoples’ hearts.
winding waterways in wooded canopies
walking on air over gnarled roots
stronger and weaker at once
the unknown bliss
of all places
in his kiss
camping beneath
the silver night
Camping reminds me of all the trips i’ve taken this year. Learning card games and pretending to be older than i am. watching the campfire & being accompanied by the milky way. theres something so lovely about waking up early in nature. i love how the coffee feels as it drips down my throat, and the sleepiness in everyones eyes. bagels taste amazing and the crisp air feels like a cold kiss. I love the feeling of the forest and mist. Its something i never would trade.
Pines that grow for years and more, keeping their roots deep into the waterlogged sand. A fire, surrounded by granite stones, keeps a lonely harmonica and a battered guitar company. The waves linger, savouring the sunset on the cold sand before retreating back to the greatest lake.
under
he and i didn’t know each other well, even though we’d been dating for six months. we just weren’t connecting, y’know, although i liked him enough. but there was something about spending three days hauling a 70lb canoe around a mosquito infested series of lakes that really, i dunno, we got past language and got into something deep.
!Camping = Creating A Manageable Perception Including Nested Gifts
I was out in the dense forest and the trees around me waved there leaves at me as the wind rippled through my hair. I had only one knife for cutting wood but little did I know that that would the the weapon that would save my family from the dangers of mother nature. The only thing that I did know is that one day this would be one of the longest folktales known to man.
Camping is NO ONE’s idea of fun. At least, if you ask me. My brother loves it. He’s an expert fisherman, and spends most of his time out on the lake. I can’t even swim. Not to mention what the water does to my hair.
Camp out with me. Camp out in the dark. Camp outside of your comfort zone. Camp out under the stars, without worry of the rain clouds above. Camp out of what you’re used to. Camp out, and we will make love under the open void. Camp out and tell me all the wonders of your world. Camp out with me, and show me what it feels like to be alive. Camp out, and let us pitch a permanent tent in each other’s lives.
In the misty woods come one morn I was sitting by my tent. There was no sleep for me, there would never be any sleep for me. As I stared out into the fogging woods I considered my position. I was alone without anyone to help me, lost in this white washed forest, perhaps for all eternity.
The ground was course and brown with some chips from wood stranded about. I was sitting on the black chair looking forlornly at the fire that burned before me. It was a wreath of yellow reaching up to the sky, fighting to get up there, but nary a thing would help the flames in their endeavor. They could only stretch and get as far as they could before dissipating.
The night was dark and the clouds smothered the stars and moon in the sky. The forest was quite, all the animals gone off to a long needed sleep. I roasted a marshmallow, not really sure what I was doing.
We went camping that day. It wasn’t a big deal. But it felt like it. Cause it was with him. I never reallyfelt like this, but with him it was special. I knew that this day. Us two camping would do something to him. Maybe make him like me. Cause I knew he didn’t.
i went camping one time when i got hit by a giant green ursaring and he chased me all around camp and i died.
THAT WAS A JOKE HEAR ME THAT WAS A J.O.K.E.
YOUR JUST ANOTHER BOY OUT IN THE WORLD THAT ILL NEVER MEET
i love u so MUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
YOUR SUCH A CUTEY COLTEN
the couple went camping ,horse back riding and canoeing for a week and on the last day the man asked the woman to marry him and she said YES
THE END
Oh, camping. Funny. We just purchased a 1994 camper at one of those year round campgrounds. I can not wait to get away from our miserable neighbors all summer. I fancy that I will have the carefree summer I used to read about and long for. I am sure it won’t be as carefree as all that, but still…
Everyone went out their tents and circled around the center of the camp as campfire songs serenaded the rest of the night, and as she was staring blankly in the fire and pondering in deep thought, a chuckle erupted and then she realized that she burned another s’more again in the fire.
I stared into the maw of the cavern and tightened my hood around my head against the breeze that wafted out. It was cold. This is the ice cave. This is where we would be camping for the next week. This is where we were going to catch him.
I have always wanted to go camping and fishing and stuff like that but then my dad left and things got boring around here also I think I should have more friends.
The smell of the tent was stronger than the smell of the fresh air outdoors. She wanted to be strong, independent pioneer women. But her hands were dry and her lips were chapped and she wanted to go home. Why did she do this? He peaked back in the flap, a huge grin on his face. Oh. That’s why.
It was a clear night, unlike any they had ever seen. The sky was cleared of clouds, making the stars they so longed to see visible. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity. It was one of the few things they cherished together.
The mood inside of the Jeep was somber and LaKeisha knew it was most her fault. She’d started off this day as a grumpy tag-a-long, and felt resigned to play that role for the entire weekend. Her sisters in backseat were respectfully quiet, but when cut her eyes to her brother, he was all teeth and bobbing his head to Stevie Wonder. LaKeisha tried to scowl, but it was no match for the reluctant smile breaking on her face.
Camping is when you sleep outside in a tent your bed is a sleeping bag and your pillow is the ground, you eat lots of good camping food like beans and eggs. You will probably have a campfire to keep you nice and warm. Camping is lots of fun!
Why did we have to go camping? I had so many plans.
To hang at my friends house and squeal like true fans
Over a new music video of a special boy band.
But now I’m outside and covered in sand.
went once, shit girl got wine drunk and cried a lot. I knew that girls get wine drunk and cry a lot, but we drank the wine anyway. I think the box wine produces more tears than the bottles, but either way you need a lot of tissues when you go camping.
I love to camp. The outdoors. You know that feeling when you just get up and its a bit chilly but you smell that camp fire plus whatever’s being cooked for breakfast. I want to experience that feeling over and over again. I like that feeling of slipping into your crinkly sleeping bag in pitch black light after the end of a long day.
I went camping in my living room with my alter egos. I went camping in the living room with my alter egos. I think I’m getting rusty with writing because it’s been so long, but wait why am I thinking? Stop! Go hang out in the living room with your alter egos at writing camp, I’ll do. Thank you Yoda. Too weird to live, too rare to die. Not mine, but it is an oxymoron.
I like to go camping to see all that nature has to offer. When I go camping, I experience new things and new smells. I love fresh air and animals and discovering new plants. I am a very curious person.
i have never gone camping i think its boring or maybe if you go with your friends itll be fine but man i hate mosquitoes and yeah. besides theres no wifi so no thanks
camping as in happy campers. dirt, tents, water, jet skis. bobbing on the warm and wet Lake Mead waters, bobbing and listening to the water lap up against the quiet jet ski. The Hoover Damn glistening in the hot Nevada sun. quiet, calm, breathing in the way of being.
The night I went camping with her was the night I realized I could never be just her friend. It was a subtle thing at first, my likeness to her, but over time it blossomed into something beautiful, magical, and life altering. But of course, the monster in me, destroys everything I ever hold dear.
Marsha and Tanya went camping for the week, and they decided to share a tent.
Now, anyone with half a brain knew what this implied. But Robert, of course, was so dense that you couldn’t hold a light bulb over his head without it burning out. Robert thought for sure that Marsha and Tanya were simply “gal pals.” He didn’t even bat an eye when Marsha excused herself to the bathroom one night to wipe lipstick off her collar after a particularly frisky moment with Tanya outside while they were sharing a cigarette.
i smell campfire smoke. i taste marshmellow and hot chocolate and bacon and dirt. i feel damp and grubby. i hear laughter and crackling sparks and rainfall. and i see the stars at night.
I love camping -carefree, natural, laid-back, the smell of campfire permeating everything, the warmth of the fire, the taste of a gooey, delicious s’more, the gentle rush of the river, the wind through the trees
I never went camping with my family when I was little. I always wanted to tho. I guess I could go with them now but I don’t think they’ll want to anymore. My sister used to go caming a lot with my parents. I think it was because they were younger and had more free time.
amor, all u need…
lo único que motoriza la vida…
que refresca los colores de aquello que ves…
amor, all u need…
lo único que motoriza la vida…
que refresca los colores de aquello que ves…
The tent was big, there were a lot of us in it. The air outside was clean and cool; the pine trees smelled so good. Tight inside the sleeping bag, 6 other girls in the tent, all of them sound asleep, too young to dream about anything about maybe, and it could happen, and some day. But I had already met you and had been struck in the heart; it would never go away; didn’t know it at the time. And then, you popped your head inside the flap and said, “Okay, girls, time to get up.” And you looked right over at me and right into my eyes and then I knew that we would know each other for a long time. I didn’t know it would be for more than 40 years; I didn’t know that it would be the best and worst friendship of my life; I didn’t know you’d never love me the way that I loved you; I never thought I’d meet someone else. I did. You did. Camping out in other peoples’ hearts.
winding waterways in wooded canopies
walking on air over gnarled roots
stronger and weaker at once
the unknown bliss
of all places
in his kiss
camping beneath
the silver night
Camping reminds me of all the trips i’ve taken this year. Learning card games and pretending to be older than i am. watching the campfire & being accompanied by the milky way. theres something so lovely about waking up early in nature. i love how the coffee feels as it drips down my throat, and the sleepiness in everyones eyes. bagels taste amazing and the crisp air feels like a cold kiss. I love the feeling of the forest and mist. Its something i never would trade.
Pines that grow for years and more, keeping their roots deep into the waterlogged sand. A fire, surrounded by granite stones, keeps a lonely harmonica and a battered guitar company. The waves linger, savouring the sunset on the cold sand before retreating back to the greatest lake.
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