Is it camping season yet?

[chargervert]

Can they block sand?

 

[eldubb440]

doubt it

 

[chargervert]

If the can,they will be begging to go back home after I'm done working them!

 

[64BEL]

 

[chargervert]

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That car was owned by a handicapped man who used to drive his wheelchair in and out the back of the car. It is a real Superbird.

 

[Budnicks]

this camping, well portable bar parking anyway

 

[Budnicks]

I kind of like the 66-67 Charger motorhome
but, not enough to own one

 

[RemCharger]

I kind of like the 66-67 Charger motorhome
but, not enough cash to own one

 

[chargervert]

I got the van and the camper and have slept in both of them at Carlisle!

 

[440 4 speed]

this camping, well portable bar parking anyway

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What ever happened to the days when people were actually campers?

 

[Budnicks]

What ever happened to the days when people were actually campers?

That rig was nothing compared to some

97 Safari MH, Cummins/Allison diesel pusher, king size bed in the rear

When I was a kid we didn't have much a big tarp to make a lean-to
our sleeping bags, clothes shoes/boots, back packs & with freeze dried foods,
we hoofed it in to camp, a backpacking pan kits & canteens,
a lil' butane pot for dads money camper coffee (whiskey/coffee), rice
our collapsible fishing poles, 'we caught dinner', we foraged some too
(I didn't trust most of it) iodine tablet for water
it was a tough outing usually, I/we ere whooped by the end of "vacation",
real camping, but I learned a lot from it
& latter an ice chest/cooler, we roughed it & I loved it

not just parking & putting out the canopy & lounge chairs
like it morphed into after the girls, ladies got a bit older


after Dad got remarried for the 3rd damn time
a Habitichi or a Weber (Lil' Smokey) was a pleasure my dad likes
I preferred the fire pit & a simple grate or a hotdog on a stick
that graduated into the 73 Ford f250 4x4 & a 12' SixPack camper
me & one of my step Bros's would sleep outside still, a tarp on the ground
if it rained we got under the truck
then it graduated up to a 77 f350 4x4 & a even bigger 18' camper
then a Motorhome
then a 5th Wheel

I roughed it plenty

my dad used my rig/s way more than I ever did, 150k miles worth,
02 F350 4x4 & 27ft Jayco 5th wheel, he drove my 97 Safari some 75k miles
I had 350k when I finally sold it (I used to for racing)
While he had it, he used it a lot
I was usually racing & roughing it in my tag trailer
my 95 or my 98 Power Ram Cummins 4x4
at some track, at who knows where, I was fine with it too
but;
I had a pretty nice lounge/living quarters in my later/bigger trailers
43' Featherlite with 12' of living quarters & bed above the 5th wheel or gooseneck
the tow rig usually had a sleeper or lounge on it too

luxury in style, Glamping/"Parking with amenities"
when you are on the road 22+ weeks a year
you like a bit of comfort, especially if the ladies come along
& not getting your *** handed to you, by sleeping on the ground or in a damn tent
with a damn rock in the middle of your back 1/2 the time

 

[440 4 speed]

When we were younger, we took our son’s camping. Something similar to your childhood Budnicks. We had done the tent thing. Then we got a light weight fold down tent trailer. Would go down old lumber trails to a lake. Had built a frame to carry a 14ft boat above the camper.
You couldn’t hear anything except nature. Had a campfire, nailed a branch between two trees. Dug a hole under it as a latrine. Youngest carved a wooden knife about age 5 sitting around the campfire. We still have that knife. I think it might be safe to give it to him 40 some years later. Found out a few years ago it was hard for them to sit on the poop stick, because their feet dangled. My mistake. We sat around the campfire having good times. Never any meaningful disagreements. No one new where we were.
Then we built a cabin starting in 1983. Still have it. Used to sit around the outside fire and talk about our two Springer’s mother and daughter. Built the cabin mainly with family and friends. At the beginning, no streetlights loved it! Along came more cabin owners, street lights cabin owner’s association and rules. Common sense evaded many.
2009 I retired and we bought a 1985 B350 van conversion. Made several trips into USA. We could always find a spot in a RV park and could park on any street that a four door truck could. We were vacationing so not stationary or pulling cars. It met our needs.
If I can possibly get my activity level back it would be nice to do another few small trips with our van. Our story>

 

[GetX'd]

Some great camping stories. Something I sorely miss from my earlier life in Minnesota up til about 28. Then getting a corporate transfer by way of Chicago first to Colorado where I lived for 10 years. Not having any friends for awhile - during late spring to mid-fall I spent much of my free time up in the very proximate Rockies, tent camping, hiking and fishing and beyond thrilled to be in this incredible natural paradise. I needed no one with me to steep myself in my surroundings and feeling completely fulfilled. After making some friends and closer relationships with some work colleagues - then began the pheasant hunting circuit of Kansas, Nebraska and Eastern CO. I was invited into a small but tight deer/elk hunting camp every year. Late fall and early winter base camping, usually in the snow at 10k altitude then going up and around from there searching for our prey. Fresh elk or deer liver/kidney for breakfast if we’d gotten lucky early on. Tough going in those mountains and if you were going to take a shot you had to be damn sure you’d be able to secure and retrieve your kill before pulling the trigger. More than once they were gutted, skinned and butchered right where they lay so we could pack out the meat to be enjoyed the rest of the winter. Leaving only sparse pickings for the critters. Those were truly great times and missed dearly.

Then I got the forced march across the desert to CA for corporate America - Life has never been the same - those friends and experiences could never be replicated here. No matter the physical beauty of this state - there are too many other things missing to have what I had before. I made a trade off which paid off handsomely financially but not so on the more important part of life. If I had it to do over again what would I do - only God knows. But I have strong suspicions….. I have plenty of pics and remembrances of those great times and still keep in touch w/a few of my hunting buddies but most of the rest have all disappeared to who knows where. Good things I hope…. Now for me it’s been a lot of international travel to locations far and wide and mostly third world. That I’ll keep up until no longer able….. with a smattering of a few domestic fishing trips in between …… Ahhh those were the days….