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Quotes About Camping

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Jarod Kintz
“I have always loved camping, ever since I was eight, and was forcibly stuffed in a trunk and dropped off in the middle of the forest. My dad was a complex man, but I believe he was trying to show me the value of camping.”
Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE

Dave Barry
“Camping is nature's way of promoting the motel business. ”
Dave Barry

Dave Barry
“It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles, against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent.”
Dave Barry

Bill Bryson
“What on earth would I do if four bears came into my camp? Why, I would die of course. Literally shit myself lifeless.”
Bill Bryson, A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail

“...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...”
John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

Yvonne Prinz
“Mom, camping is not a date; it's an endurance test. If you can survive camping with someone, you should marry them on the way home.”
Yvonne Prinz, The Vinyl Princess

Cheryl Strayed
“Each evening, I ached for the shelter of my tent, for the smallest sense that something was shielding me from the entire rest of the world, keeping me safe not from danger, but from vastness itself. I loved the dim, clammy dark of my tent, the cozy familiarity of the way I arranged my few belongings all around me each night.”
Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

Bailey White
“I'm tired of being set upon by crazed Christians one minute and unbridled libertines the next. Girls, I'm going camping.”
Bailey White, Mama Makes Up Her Mind: And Other Dangers of Southern Living

Edward Abbey
“A crude meal, no doubt, but the best of all sauces is hunger.”
Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire

Kathy Griffin
“My fear of camping: I’m convinced bugs will crawl up my vagina and lay eggs. Isn’t everyone?”
Kathy Griffin, Official Book Club Selection: A Memoir According to Kathy Griffin

Algernon Blackwood
“Deep silence fell about the little camp, planted there so audaciously in the jaws of the wilderness. The lake gleamed like a sheet of black glass beneath the stars. The cold air pricked. In the draughts of night that poured their silent tide from the depths of the forest, with messages from distant ridges and from lakes just beginning to freeze, there lay already the faint, bleak odors of coming winter.

("The Wendigo")”
Algernon Blackwood, Monster Mix

Morgan Matson
“In a well-ordered universe...camping would take place indoors.”
Morgan Matson, Since You've Been Gone

Sarah Mayberry
“I swear there are about a million rocks underneath me," [Dylan] said grouchily.
Think of it as therapeutic. Like a shiatsu massage." (Sadie)
You obviously have a much better imagination than me," he said.”
Sarah Mayberry, Take on Me

Daniel J. Rice
“I walked slowly to enjoy this freedom, and when I came out of the mountains, I saw the sky over the prairie, and I thought that if heaven was real, I hoped it was a place I never had to go, for this earth was greater than any paradise.”
Daniel J. Rice, The Unpeopled Season: Journal from a North Country Wilderness

G.A. Cohen
“Of course, not everybody likes camping trips. I do not myself enjoy them much, because I'm not outdoorsy, or at any rate, I'm not outdoorsy overnight-without-a-matress-wise. There's a limit to the outdoorsiness to which some academics can be expected to submit.”
G.A. Cohen, Why Not Socialism?

“A great many people, and more all the time, live their entire lives without ever once sleeping out under the stars.”
Alan S. Kesselheim, Let Them Paddle: Coming of Age on the Water

“I must pack my short lifer full of interesting events and creative activity. Philosophy and aesthetic contemplation are not enough. I intend to do everything possible to broaden my experiences and allow myself to reach the fullest development. Then, and before physical deterioration obtrudes, I shall go on some last wilderness trip to a place I have known and loved. I shall not return.”
Everett Ruess, Everett Ruess (POD): A Vagabond for Beauty

Aldo Leopold
“Wilderness areas are first of all a series of sanctuaries for the primitive arts of wilderness travel, especially canoeing and packing. I suppose some will wish to debate whether it is important to keep these primitive arts alive. I shall not debate it. Either you know it in your bones, or you are very, very old.”
Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac with Other Essays on Conservation from Round River

Pippa Middleton
“Whatever form it takes, camping is earthy, soul enriching and character building, and there can be few such satisfying moments as having your tent pitched and the smoke rising from your campfire as the golden sun sets on the horizon--even if it's just for a fleeting moment before the rain spoils everything.”
Pippa Middleton, Celebrate: A Year of Festivities for Families and Friends

“We combine our three packs of pasta for dinner – pesto. We tip the dried stuff into a pan, add water and simmer.
We try it, looking at each other with disbelief as it hits the tastebuds. ‘It’s pesto, Jim, but not as we know it,’ I say.
‘Fascinating,’ says Lou, unsmiling humouring my Star Trek reference, while wincing at the foul food. (And what made me say that? Is there such a thing as a dad-joke vacuum that needs to be filled, even in the wild?)”
Fiona Wood, Wildlife

Jarod Kintz
“I’d like to sit around a campfire with a couple of cowboys and argue over who’s going to turn on the stove.
”
Jarod Kintz, The Merits of Marthaism, and How Being Named Susan Can Benefit You

“For brick and mortar breed filth and crime,
With a pulse of evil that throbs and beats;
And men are whithered before their prime
By the curse paved in with the lanes and streets.

And lungs are poisoned and shoulders bowed,
In the smothering reek of mill and mine;
And death stalks in on the struggling crowd—
But he shuns the shadow of the oak and pine”
George W. Sears Nessmuk, Woodcraft and Camping

“To wake up on a gloriously bright morning, in a tent pitched beneath spruce trees, and to look out lazily and sleepily for a moment from the open side of the tent, across the dead camp-fire of the night before, to the river, where the light of morning rests and perhaps some early-rising[240] native is gliding in his birch canoe; to go to the river and freshen one's self with the cold water, and yell exultingly to the gulls and hell-divers, in the very joy of living; or to wake at night, when you have rolled in your blankets in the frost-stricken dying grass without a tent, and to look up through the leaves above to the dark sky and the flashing stars, and hear far off the call of a night bird or the howl of a wolf: this is the poetry, the joy of a wild and roving existence, which cannot come too often”
Josiah Edward Spurr, Through the Yukon Gold Diggings

Daniel J. Rice
“If you have not touched the rocky wall of a canyon. If you have not heard a rushing river pound over cobblestones. If you have not seen a native trout rise in a crystalline pool beneath a shattering riffle, or a golden eagle spread its wings and cover you in shadow. If you have not seen the tree line recede to the top of a bare crested mountain. If you have not looked into a pair of wild eyes and seen your own reflection. Please, for the good of your soul, travel west.”
Daniel J. Rice, This Side of a Wilderness

Gail Sattler
“Anna had read books about people in the cities going camping. They would leave their comfortable homes and beds and deliberately sleep in tents, on the ground, then cook their food outside over an open fire instead of in a well-stocked kitchen. She couldn't imagine something so ridiculous.”
Gail Sattler, The Path to Piney Meadows

Carina Bartsch
“Nachdem er zum fünften Mal aufgerutscht und ich zum fünften Mal weggerutscht war, setzte er erneut an. »Emely, du musst mir dringend bei etwas helfen.«
Ohne zu wissen, was er überhaupt wollte, gab ich ihm seine Antwort. »Immer mit der Hand rauf und runter, das schaffst du auch ohne mich.«
Andy und Sebastian prusteten los, doch Elyas schmunzelte nur.”
Carina Bartsch

Jarod Kintz
“I’m not a firefighter—I’m a firefly fighter. My bravery may come in small flashes, but I am sure it doesn’t go unnoticed by lustful women and campers everywhere.”
Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE

Daniel J. Rice
“When I returned to camp, they walked behind me on the trail, and we spoke not a word about getting skunked today, but rather talked about the days we returned with a stringer full of fish, and how we filleted them and the left the guts out for bears and eagles, and how those fish tasted fresh when we fried them over a fire.”
Daniel J. Rice, The Unpeopled Season: Journal from a North Country Wilderness

Carina Bartsch
“»Hab ich irgendwo einen Fleck?«, murmelte ich und senkte den Blick.
»Nein«, sagte er. »Aber eine Spinne in den Haaren.«
Ich starrte ihn an, sprang wie von der – Achtung, Wortwitz – Tarantel gestochen auf und schüttelte meine Haare aus. »Ist sie weg?«, rief ich.
Statt einer Antwort, hörte ich ihn leise lachen. Ich blinzelte durch meine Haare hindurch und sah wieder diesen unverschämten Schalk in seinen Augen aufblitzen.
»Da war überhaupt keine Spinne … oder?« Fünf Personen fingen an zu grinsen und beantworteten meine Frage mit einem Kopfschütteln.”
Carina Bartsch

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