tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post5502050698315629346..comments2023-12-31T20:43:08.499-05:00Comments on THE STILETTO GANG: Confessions of a Retired Queen of CampingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-9762510477237312282012-08-25T00:28:09.742-04:002012-08-25T00:28:09.742-04:00I hate camping. My idea of roughing it is a motel ...I hate camping. My idea of roughing it is a motel room without HBO. <br /><br />Fun post. I've sent the link over to the Oak Tree Press blog for others to enjoy: http://otpblog.blogspot.com Sunny Frazierhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03693884364418711551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-45892895380812551282012-08-23T09:43:43.254-04:002012-08-23T09:43:43.254-04:00Wow! It really sounds interesting. I a, very glad ...Wow! It really sounds interesting. I a, very glad that you shared this post. Thanks!camper trailer partshttp://www.mycampertrailer.com.au/pages/camper-trailer-partsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-66049669283096693262012-08-21T17:00:02.237-04:002012-08-21T17:00:02.237-04:00I really did love to go camping--but that was when...I really did love to go camping--but that was when I was young and thought I could do anything.Marilyn Meredith a.k.a. F. M. Meredithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04179984154939161530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-91921804004565936572012-08-21T16:03:05.411-04:002012-08-21T16:03:05.411-04:00I loved your camping stories, and your VW. I could...I loved your camping stories, and your VW. I could write a book about similar camping stories, but I won't. There came a time when the spirit was willing, but the back no longer would play nice.lil Glucksternhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09288522126331817172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-69109796911590946242012-08-21T15:52:28.360-04:002012-08-21T15:52:28.360-04:00Hi Marilyn;
When I saw single, I used to have a s...Hi Marilyn;<br /><br />When I saw single, I used to have a small tent that I'd take up to a local lake in the summer. I'd only camp one or two nights, but I sure enjoyed that quiet peaceful time all by myself. Well, me and the other 300 people camping in the other sites, but it was still nice.<br /><br />Then I met my husband who taught me how to stay in 5 diamond resorts. I've given up camping too!Kathy Bennetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03224602522480613934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-75848957879647723872012-08-21T13:19:33.419-04:002012-08-21T13:19:33.419-04:00A bear, Marilyn? I think you made the right decisi...A bear, Marilyn? I think you made the right decision. I never like to invade the territory of an animal bigger than I am with sharp teeth.Linda Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-73521327263449915872012-08-21T11:13:02.608-04:002012-08-21T11:13:02.608-04:00I confess I think of camping as a hotel without ro...I confess I think of camping as a hotel without room service (grin). But I love both of your stories, Marilyn and Linda. <br /><br />Thanks for sharing. <br /><br />MarianEvelyn Davidhttp://www.evelyndavid.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-75844731624165005922012-08-21T10:00:43.539-04:002012-08-21T10:00:43.539-04:00Linda, that's a great story! I found out that ...Linda, that's a great story! I found out that at the church camp out a bear was hanging around. No doubt I'd have run into him on my many trips to the outhouse. Another good reason to stay home or go to a hotel. No bears.Marilyn Meredith a.k.a. F. M. Meredithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04179984154939161530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1025201337316610324.post-90374270790248461372012-08-21T09:07:47.367-04:002012-08-21T09:07:47.367-04:00Marilyn, I'm with you. When I see all the big ...Marilyn, I'm with you. When I see all the big RVs on the road, I tell my husband, "I'd rather spend all that gas money on hotels or the train."<br /><br />We've never done a lot of camping. My husband is such an urban boy! When my youngest was in 3rd grade, his class went on a zoo safari, bringing tents and camping out at the zoo. My husband waited too long to rent a tent and could only find a huge palace of a tent available. He couldn't manage to put it up, and other parents had to help him, to his humiliation. Joseph disregarded his orders to always zip the tent closed when leaving it, so they returned for sleep, only to find it occupied by peacocks that husband had to chase from the tent. A fiasco that left my husband sure he had failed as a father.<br /><br />Next year the class went to the zoo safari again. All the other parents called to ask my husband where he got the wonderful big tent. And Joseph made him a big hand-drawn "Certificate of the Order of Loyal Peacock Fathers."Linda Rodriguezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11913741596693442469noreply@blogger.com