If I ever sleep on one of these again, it would be too soon…
6 thoughts on “Camping Saturday”
I took my wife camping just before we were married in 79 to Kings Canyon in California. We are from California, me from LA and her from Sunnyvale. Kings Canyon is beautiful but rustic and you could burn anything in it, but there were limited facilities and no hot water.
We had a nice tent and grilled. I put everything away each night in the trunk of our car. One night a Bear came by looking for food and my wife panicked but I told her to stay inside and ignore the Bear and the Bear would leave, and he did.
After our 4 days of camping she said no more camping without a motel and we left to her parents place. Later when we had sons and they were in the cub scouts we went camping as a family with a tent with the scout troop families.
thanks for everything you and everyone does on this website, i truly enjoy it.
Folding cots. I slept on an old wood frame and canvas one during the summer when I was a skinny kid. Worked fine until the old canvas gave way. Sometime in my mid-30’s I decided an aluminum and nylon cot was the way to go. Tried sleeping on it for one night. Period. Ye gods, if you so much as wiggled a toe, the nylon would screech against the aluminum frame. Roll over and they could hear you a block away. Thank God for closed cell foam.
Great post, as always.
#1 looks like a Smithsonian exhibit on Route 66.
Stay safe
Nice set. Camping as we speak, going on two months now. Me and Elmo are kindred spirits, BFYTW.
Ah, cots – we had some interesting ones that consisted of 6 tubes, three legs that looked like a lazy W, and the canvas. Assemble the tubes into two long ones, slide them in the canvas, squeeze the W legs injto the holes in the tubes, and there you were. We had four of them, apparently Mom and Dad picked them up in either England or Germany, I can’t remember because I was only five at the time.
Not bad sleeping, especially since we had the WWII “mumy bags” that were down-filled and rather warm! HOWever, as I got older the cots got less comfortable – I can’t figure out why. Sold ’em at a gar(b)age sale back in the ’80s.
I took my wife camping just before we were married in 79 to Kings Canyon in California. We are from California, me from LA and her from Sunnyvale. Kings Canyon is beautiful but rustic and you could burn anything in it, but there were limited facilities and no hot water.
We had a nice tent and grilled. I put everything away each night in the trunk of our car. One night a Bear came by looking for food and my wife panicked but I told her to stay inside and ignore the Bear and the Bear would leave, and he did.
After our 4 days of camping she said no more camping without a motel and we left to her parents place. Later when we had sons and they were in the cub scouts we went camping as a family with a tent with the scout troop families.
thanks for everything you and everyone does on this website, i truly enjoy it.
Folding cots. I slept on an old wood frame and canvas one during the summer when I was a skinny kid. Worked fine until the old canvas gave way. Sometime in my mid-30’s I decided an aluminum and nylon cot was the way to go. Tried sleeping on it for one night. Period. Ye gods, if you so much as wiggled a toe, the nylon would screech against the aluminum frame. Roll over and they could hear you a block away. Thank God for closed cell foam.
Great post, as always.
#1 looks like a Smithsonian exhibit on Route 66.
Stay safe
Nice set. Camping as we speak, going on two months now. Me and Elmo are kindred spirits, BFYTW.
Ah, cots – we had some interesting ones that consisted of 6 tubes, three legs that looked like a lazy W, and the canvas. Assemble the tubes into two long ones, slide them in the canvas, squeeze the W legs injto the holes in the tubes, and there you were. We had four of them, apparently Mom and Dad picked them up in either England or Germany, I can’t remember because I was only five at the time.
Not bad sleeping, especially since we had the WWII “mumy bags” that were down-filled and rather warm! HOWever, as I got older the cots got less comfortable – I can’t figure out why. Sold ’em at a gar(b)age sale back in the ’80s.