Camping for us in high school involved at least one keg, several trucks and a gravel pit at the end of a logging road. We didn’t segregate either. As long as there was pussy and you weren’t an asshole then the more the merrier
I gave up camping when started paying for a hotel going to the coast. One of my buddies was the cheapest guy on earth- would always tell me we could go into the local bar while camping- maybe meet some girls. Cuz ya know, all the top notch hotties want to go back and sleep on the ground with a guy they just met.
I've taken hot chicks from a bar to behind a dumpster in an alley. My "dates" can only dream of a sleeping bag.
I will never, ever forget being the minority on my HS football team (majority black, with quite a different income profile compared to my family) and the one year we had a week of training camp off campus in the "woods" near Charlottesville. Shared cabins, mess hall, all that, so not real camping, but the majority of the team had no idea what to do with that level of "nature". Wild animals rustling leaves were scary; the idea of a snake nearby sent our star running back in a full on sprint out of the cabin.
I have no idea why so many of my teammates had not had the life experience of any type of camping, boy scouts, or basic nature exposure. Interest, opportunity, awareness, who knows. But it was real alright.
Live look at you at camp
Legit LOL. And serious memory recall for that super inside reference. I guess when one never ages one never forgets.
When I was a kid we could rarely afford hotel trips. I didn’t fly anywhere until I was 21. And that was a job recruiting trip my last year of school. But we camped. O high end stuff. State campground. Coleman gear from GI Joes and Fred Meyers. Food from today’s equivalent of winco. If someone wants to go camping, they will go camping. Begging them to go because the campground isn’t diverse is FS.
When I was a kid we could rarely afford hotel trips. I didn’t fly anywhere until I was 21. And that was a job recruiting trip my last year of school. But we camped. O high end stuff. State campground. Coleman gear from GI Joes and Fred Meyers. Food from today’s equivalent of winco. If someone wants to go camping, they will go camping. Begging them to go because the campground isn’t diverse is FS.
This is my poor ass life story of camping as well.
When I was a kid we could rarely afford hotel trips. I didn’t fly anywhere until I was 21. And that was a job recruiting trip my last year of school. But we camped. O high end stuff. State campground. Coleman gear from GI Joes and Fred Meyers. Food from today’s equivalent of winco. If someone wants to go camping, they will go camping. Begging them to go because the campground isn’t diverse is FS.
This is my poor ass life story of camping as well.
We drove to San Diego when I was 8 to visit my uncle. Even went to Disneyland and sea world. Every night along the trip we had to scout for a motel 6. They had a pool. Also got lost in Oakland.
When I was a kid we could rarely afford hotel trips. I didn’t fly anywhere until I was 21. And that was a job recruiting trip my last year of school. But we camped. O high end stuff. State campground. Coleman gear from GI Joes and Fred Meyers. Food from today’s equivalent of winco. If someone wants to go camping, they will go camping. Begging them to go because the campground isn’t diverse is FS.
This is my poor ass life story of camping as well.
We drove to San Diego when I was 8 to visit my uncle. Even went to Disneyland and sea world. Every night along the trip we had to scout for a motel 6. They had a pool. Also got lost in Oakland.
When I was a kid we could rarely afford hotel trips. I didn’t fly anywhere until I was 21. And that was a job recruiting trip my last year of school. But we camped. O high end stuff. State campground. Coleman gear from GI Joes and Fred Meyers. Food from today’s equivalent of winco. If someone wants to go camping, they will go camping. Begging them to go because the campground isn’t diverse is FS.
This is my poor ass life story of camping as well.
We drove to San Diego when I was 8 to visit my uncle. Even went to Disneyland and sea world. Every night along the trip we had to scout for a motel 6. They had a pool. Also got lost in Oakland.
Same.
You drove to San Diego in 1973? We should have met up for a Mr Pibb.
When I was a kid we could rarely afford hotel trips. I didn’t fly anywhere until I was 21. And that was a job recruiting trip my last year of school. But we camped. O high end stuff. State campground. Coleman gear from GI Joes and Fred Meyers. Food from today’s equivalent of winco. If someone wants to go camping, they will go camping. Begging them to go because the campground isn’t diverse is FS.
This is my poor ass life story of camping as well.
We drove to San Diego when I was 8 to visit my uncle. Even went to Disneyland and sea world. Every night along the trip we had to scout for a motel 6. They had a pool. Also got lost in Oakland.
Same.
You drove to San Diego in 1973? We should have met up for a Mr Pibb.
More like some shit ass Cragmont cola. We wuz poor.
When I was a kid we could rarely afford hotel trips. I didn’t fly anywhere until I was 21. And that was a job recruiting trip my last year of school. But we camped. O high end stuff. State campground. Coleman gear from GI Joes and Fred Meyers. Food from today’s equivalent of winco. If someone wants to go camping, they will go camping. Begging them to go because the campground isn’t diverse is FS.
This is my poor ass life story of camping as well.
We drove to San Diego when I was 8 to visit my uncle. Even went to Disneyland and sea world. Every night along the trip we had to scout for a motel 6. They had a pool. Also got lost in Oakland.
Same.
You drove to San Diego in 1973? We should have met up for a Mr Pibb.
More like some shit ass Cragmont cola. We wuz poor.
Shasta Root Beer and RC Cola were considered a treat at times. Good stuff.
When I was a kid we could rarely afford hotel trips. I didn’t fly anywhere until I was 21. And that was a job recruiting trip my last year of school. But we camped. O high end stuff. State campground. Coleman gear from GI Joes and Fred Meyers. Food from today’s equivalent of winco. If someone wants to go camping, they will go camping. Begging them to go because the campground isn’t diverse is FS.
This is my poor ass life story of camping as well.
We drove to San Diego when I was 8 to visit my uncle. Even went to Disneyland and sea world. Every night along the trip we had to scout for a motel 6. They had a pool. Also got lost in Oakland.
Same.
You drove to San Diego in 1973? We should have met up for a Mr Pibb.
More like some shit ass Cragmont cola. We wuz poor.
Shasta Root Beer and RC Cola were considered a treat at times. Good stuff.
When I was a kid we could rarely afford hotel trips. I didn’t fly anywhere until I was 21. And that was a job recruiting trip my last year of school. But we camped. O high end stuff. State campground. Coleman gear from GI Joes and Fred Meyers. Food from today’s equivalent of winco. If someone wants to go camping, they will go camping. Begging them to go because the campground isn’t diverse is FS.
This is my poor ass life story of camping as well.
We drove to San Diego when I was 8 to visit my uncle. Even went to Disneyland and sea world. Every night along the trip we had to scout for a motel 6. They had a pool. Also got lost in Oakland.
Same.
You drove to San Diego in 1973? We should have met up for a Mr Pibb.
More like some shit ass Cragmont cola. We wuz poor.
Shasta Root Beer and RC Cola were considered a treat at times. Good stuff.
Media is always doing stupid click bait pieces like this. Everything is racist now. I try hard not to click on it and give them anymore revenue. Nobody is stopping any black person from buying camping gear at Cabela's or Big 5.
Media is always doing stupid click bait pieces like this. Everything is racist now. I try hard not to click on it and give them anymore revenue. Nobody is stopping any black person from buying camping gear at Cabela's or Big 5.
Easy for you to say when only white nationalists work at all Big 5 and Cabela’s. Plus some places don’t take cash so you need an ID with a debit or credit card.
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I think that about covers it.
More like some shit ass Cragmont cola. We wuz poor.
Soooooo many mix and match flavors
On the way out I saw a black couple setting up camp in our loop. Asked the wife if we could circle back for a picture.
The look.
That look.