In a camper, yes, in a tent, no. Not after opening the tent up and seeing about 6 big spiders partying in there..AAAAAAHHHHHH!!

I LOVE primitive camping. My hsb & I, & my dog Max went camping on an out island & it stormed so bad my hsb had to keep going out to the boat & bail it out. Max & I were on top of the inflated bed, to keep out of the water in the floor & I had to hold up the walls of the tent to keep it up. It soon blew over & we packed up everything & headed home, sopping wet. It was only the most memorable trip. Not exactly the best one! LOL It was lovely where we used to go. No one around, beach all to ourselves, fish & swim whenever we wanted. Its too bad most of the area is now regulated & very little camping is allowed there, at least in the best spots. We can't even go to the same spot any more. :( But, I still love camping. Travel homes/campers are for wusses! ;)

No, I absolutely hate camping. My ex took me camping to "get away from it all and relaxe". That was the most stressful weekend I think I spent in my entire life. No flush toilet, No hot showers, no electricity and I won't forget the bugs. I swear there were spiders the size of cats there. I slept with one eye open and a can of raid in my hand. That was 15 years ago. I have not and will not do it again.

I love camping! I don't really have any good stories though. I think next year I will start taking the kids camping. I'm sure that they will enjoy it. Maybe then I'll have some good stories to share. :P

No, i don't like camping for some strange reason.

Ugh no!

I love Camping. I'll never forget the time that I got to a campground in Florida - my first time in that fair state - and booked a site for my wee tent. As I was paying the guy in the rather ramshackle office I realised that the photo's on the wall were of a gigantic alligator being chased, cornered and eventually carted away from the campground itself... I did not sleep much that night. The other 'good' story involves the knock-down, blood-spilling and nose-breaking fist fight myself and my best buddy got into at three am in a tiny tent on the edge of a ravine halfway up the tallest mountain in Ireland..but that is too long a story to go into here : )

I love camping and I have a lot of stories...I don't know if they're good, but they're plentiful. Here is a short true ghost story of mine: As a kid my grandma would come on our two week family camping trip with us every year to a national park somewhere around the US. When I was nine, she died. That summer we went on our first camping trip without my grandma. We were talking about angels and weather or not she was there with us as we were sitting around the fire when I said, "Grandma, if you are here, give us a sign." A freak wind came out of nowhere, almost blowing out our fire, and then stopped. The fire came back to life and we just sat there stunned. I hope you enjoyed the story.

When I was a kid, we were too poor to even pay attention, so all of our vacations were camping... with Mom doing all the driving and the work, since Dad spent a fair amount of time in prison for trying to use poor methods to reunite his family after the divorce. But that's another story. Anyway, on one of these adventures Mom dug deep in the pocketbook for the unequalled luxury of a trailer rental: a 17 foot unit with a teensy kitchen to sleep herself and all 6 kids she raised alone. We camped by June lake in the Sierra Nevada mountains, it was a stunningly beautiful July. Time to do some fishing, yes? So none of us had any experience fishing, but we knew it involved nylon line and hooks and worms, so we did our best to waste the entire afternoon teaching the fish that we were incompetent. With nothing to show for our efforts, we were ready to pack it in when the lake-stocking truck arrived. Most people have never seen this process, but basically the big tanker pulls up to the edge of the lake, unwinds a huge hose into the water, and a valve opens up... and whooosssh!! thousands of fish are extruded out into their new home. It's fun. My brother Bob was sitting on a rock, fascinated... when a fish swam right toward him. Being the expert fisherman that he wasn't, he jabbed his hand into the water, neatly snagged the fish by it's tail, and hauled our dinner out in a smooth swoop! To this day, it's the only fish anybody in our family has ever caught.

Yes, I go camping all the time. We once rescued an older man from the middle of a lake in the Canadian boundary waters. He was canoing by himself and capsized. My friend and I got out of our canoe and lifted his canoe upside down, over ours type of maneuver to drain the water and brought him ashore. He said we saved his life, it might be the case because he wasn't wearing a PFD and didn't realize that a canoe will still float if capsized.

No. No story really, but you just have to picture wee Andy indignant over the lack of hot showers and a place to pee that smelled like the bathroom at home. I don't do camping.

Every time i have ever been camping never good experiences.One time we had racoons eat all of our food. It rained large cockroacked another time,another time crockadiles a bunch of them were surounding out tent, there was a storm another time in our tent we had to leave, it was allways hot or something unpleasent happened.

My dad hit a tree with the camper. Thats the most i can remember. So its cheaper than a motel so i say give the kids a taste if they like it you save money. bring a heater.

A few years back we went for a camping trip along the murray river in victoria, Australia. After we found a good spot, we spent the the next 6 hours setting up our tents and laying out where we would be staying for the next week. As night began to fall I decided I would cut down a tree that would give us plenty of fire wood. I walked away from the camp and started to chop down a big tree. instead of falling away from the camp as i had anticipated, it fell towards the camp and would have crushed them if it hadnt become precariously perched in the tree tops of other big river gums. Anyway, we had to pack up and move a couple of hundred metres up the river to avoid a catastrophe. I was very unpopular for a couple of days.

hell yeah.. im from alaska.. thats what our state is all about!! we even do bon fire partys in the winter.. rocks@!!!

I love camping I have a blog on all my stories we enjoy hiking alot but camping is the best http://www.mtnsportlive.com/2008/03/activities-that-will-benefit-physical.html We had a great winter skiing and all I will have to add my camping stories

I go backpacking in the Rockies just about every year. One year, our campsite was full of male elk pre-rutting season... they were HUGE! And up here there are toilets (not with water though - just holes in the ground with toilets over them) out in the middle of the woods (no walls either). One time when I went to the bathroom at this particular site, I had to go with all these elk staring at me, and a couple of them started sparring about 10ft away...

Absolutely. I am 72 and 4 years ago we decided to go camping FULL TIME. We have traveled from Tennessee to all over Florida. We did work camping. (Working in campgrounds) in Florida. We worked at Tiki Village in Lakeland FL and Florilow Oaks in Bushnell and others. We had a great time and met tons of Great, Wonderful campers. We live full time in a campground in Dandridge TN (on Douglas Lake). It is beautiful with the Great smoky Mountains in the distance. We want to travel more but Exxon/ Mobil put a stop to that for the time being.

We found a giant mushroom with the words Garrow was here carved into the top! Robert Garrow was a killer that attacked and tied a camper to a tree and left him to die! The NY state police had a shoot out with Garrow!

No way. I'm from New York. Whenever I walk in the woods, I run away from insects :-p

Once when I was a young teenager a whole group of families got together to go camping. Me and a few of my friends decided to set our tents up on the beach. We each had our own tents so there was one of us in each tent. In the middle of the night a crazy storm started up. I didn't wake up until my tent was flipping along the ground. The wind blew me about 400 yards inland and I had to climb out of my tent while it was upside down. I dragged my tent back to where my parents trailer was and tied it to the hitch. My friends woke up the next morning and thought I had blown out into the lake (Lake Superior is the largest fresh water lake).

Yeah, camping is fun. Once I went with some friends. One of my friends got really drunk and fell in to a ditch even though like 4 people told him it was there. Then when he came back to the camp site he couldn't figure out how to get in to his tent, so he just sort of fell on top of it and rolled it over him like a blanket.

Motorcycle tent camping at Pipers Glen Resort (Fraser Lake) BC, all six of us had our tents setup for the evening and were passing around the insect repellent when the park manager, dressed in full Scottish attire, and his dog marched out to the center of the tent area. The dog laid down beside his master's feet and the piper played the bagpipes as the sun went down. (no dog in this picture)

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I do! Its great in the outdoors!

I do. I went backpacking in Washington State this summer. Crazy fun.

well we where camping and we had a empty malteser box what we did was we went around to everybody offering them a chocolate like in forest gump one man actually said yes then we had some explaining to do

i do! i went camping a lot when i was around 10. the last time i went camping i was 14 or 15. but i'd go again it was fun. just as long as there are restrooms around lol (i know thats like cheating but i rather be able to take a shower) ;p

I do ! All kinds, Tent, chalet any outdoors.

My only camping memory consists of a 6 yr old me, my dad, and my younger twin sisters sleeping in a two man tent in a rainstorm. All I remember is being soaking wet screaming at my dad "this is all your fault!" So no I do not like to go camping.

I went camping last month for Australia Day. We were with a big group of friends right next to the beach. We drank and talked and played games and had a barbecue. It was awesome. Then we got to go swimming the next day.

Yes, love camping. My ex and I were camping with my grandson at a provincial park; it was very dark and late in the night; we sat on the picnic table, star gazing. Then suddenly, my ex jumps (like a bullet) from the table and leaves me and my grandson sitting there. I hear rustling behind us, I motion my grandson and I to slowly and quietly move away. We then shine a flashlight under the table and there are two raccoons looking back at us. Several more had surrounded the campsite...it was their usual haunt -- looking for food which we always carefully pack away after each meal. It was cute to see the raccoons all about and their eyes shining in the dark but I was also steamed that my ex had left us sitting there without notice...he thought it was a bear.

When I was in the Boy Scouts, camping was my favorite activity. We went camping every month, year-round. During one campout at Pt. Reyes, it was windy, and we nearly lost three tents. During the hike in, we came across a fallen tree. That night, there was a thunderstorm. Every January, my troop went to Camp Hi-Sierra for a snow campout. We often go there in the summer for a week-long campout. On two occasions, we went to the Pinnacles, and often to Big Basin.

I camped twice. It was ok. It was fun, but not my favorite thing in the whole world.