Friday, June 22, 2007

Torture?

I need a little help understanding the language of camping.

Why do we camp?

I mean, do we enjoy torturing ourselves? Do we really like burning to a crisp in the daytime, and do we enjoy mosquito bites and sleeping on the ground at night? Do we enjoy cramming thousands of pounds of junk into our vehicles so that we can’t even see out the back window, then driving for hours and hours until we reach some dusty, bear-infested campground? Do we enjoy spending hundreds of dollars on giant packages of hotdogs, crappy cookies, and way more pop-tarts than we’ll ever eat? Do we really savor the fragrant perfume of campfire, sweat, and dirt?

Yes. Hell, yes. That's the whole point. I love it.

And perhaps we don’t mind this, either:

Rocky Mountain National Park (Click image for larger view)


My friend and I just got back from three hours of shopping for camping food. My brain hurts. But that's all part of the fun. We’ll be camping in Rocky Mountain National Park from Saturday until Monday.

Let the "torture" begin!

Can you help me translate? Why do YOU camp?

17 comments:

Journal Writer said...

I camp to be with my friends and of course drink beer (we don't rough it much).

Beenzzz said...

I will only camp if alcohol is present. That is a must. That way I can pass out in my tent and not worry about how cold and uncomfortable it is. Have a great time camping! It looks like a nice place to drink lots of beer. :)

Translator said...

You bet! I've got plenty of beer, wine, and soda (for the kids). The food and drinks are half the fun!

Terence Chang said...

I have never thought about camping this way. Hmm.. I always enjoy it.

But that is lovely picture!

Translator said...

Me, too Terence! That's the point! I love getting down and dirty in the woods!

Eneida said...

There's a long long time that I haven't camped. But I used to love it too. Nature, connection, reintegration with the whole, remains of the origin engraved in our cells. For me, that's kind of the answer.
Have a wonderful time!

Louise said...

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Lord Likely said...

I have never camped, despite being called camp on many occasions.

bimmy@frogthedog.com said...

A likely story....

Frog the Dog said...

Translator,
might i tear you away from the smell of canvas and the reek of outdoor latrines for a moment to invite you to participate in a game of tag??
I have tried VERY hard to ask only our fellow dogbloggers, but frankly, there are too many of them out there that shouldnt be encouraged, so am sticking to my proper chums, and asking you aslong with several others to tel us 7 random things about yourself or rosetta rants.
Can you bear to??
You can check out the rules at
www.frogblogdoglog.blogspot.com
See you around. Dont trip over the tent pegs....
Bimmy

B. N. Sullivan said...

I used to camp when I was young and foolish. Now that I'm old and wise (!!) I prefer travel that includes certain creature comforts. I don't necessarily require luxury, mind you -- but a comfortable bed, adequate bathing facilities, and 'climate control' (AKA air-conditioning and/or heat) are required. I'm also in favor of keeping the critters (bugs, snakes, wild mammals of all sorts) away from my sleeping quarters.

When you're old, you get to be persnickety like that! :-D

That said, I just completed a very enjoyable driving trip around the Colorado Rockies, and the scenery was stunning. I'll be back...

Greg Laden said...

We camp because we evolved to camp.

I lived for a large chunk of time with the Efe Pygmies of what is now the Congo. Being a Pygmy or any other sort of hunter-gatherer is like going camping for the rest of your life, but you don't get to bring pop tarts. You only get to bring your life-long hard earned knowledge.

The first three weeks are hell, but after that, it is the only way to live!

Diesel said...

I like to make a bonfire, drink a lot of beer, smoke a cigar, and then go inside and sleep in my own bed.

I love living in the country.

Rick said...

Nothing like good fire to sit around and just stare at it. dont even have to say a word. Just listen to the crackling of the flames and wood. I grew up hunting and fishing and spending most of my free time in the woods. Now I yearn for that time once again. I agree with Diesel. I love living in the country.

Translator said...

Hello all!

Eneida - yep, it's definitely a way to recharge the cells.

Louise - thanks! I'm glad I make the melon move! I'm working on my list now...

Frog - very interesting! I'll work on that soon!

B.N. - yep. I missed A.C. most.

Greg - wow! That sounds amazing! I'd love to hear more about your travels in the Congo sometime.

Diesel - that sounds awesome. Country life definitely has its perks!

Rick - the fire is quite hypnotic for sure. I just had to keep my little one from trying to touch it ;)

Thanks for all your comments!

Translator said...

Oops, I missed Lord Likely - "Camp", eh? You don't know what you're missing. Camping is quite the experience!

Gaddy Bergmann said...

Dear Translator,

Yes, camping is a lot of fun, and definitely worth the trouble. Just remember: we are there for only a few days, while bears are there all the time. Therefore, the woods are home to the bears, and infested with us! ;)
-Gaddy