The singing of a bird had awoken me, the high-pitched tune obviously breaking my deep sleep and bringing my body back to its usual senses. The feeling of immense warmth inside my sleeping bag was brilliant and gave me the urge to just turn over and resume my dormancy, but I didn't. The sides of the tent were dampened and I could see one patch in the far left corner where rain from the previous night had leaked in, but that was to be expected when camping, as the tent was an old one made from the traditional canvas used in scouting.
One thing that I had noticed since my waking was that I was unaccompanied under the canvas, both my friends: Paul and Simon were missing, not even their sleeping bags remained with me. At first I was not concerned at all at this, I made the assumption that they (my friends) must have wimped off to their parents caravan during the night, when the cold temperatures became too much for them.
I didn't have any inkling of the time, but from the bright daylight beaming in through the sides of the tent, I presumed that it must have been of a reasonable hour. But on the other hand, there was not a murmur to be heard from others in the campsite. Deciding that I would arise, I got into my clothes, unzipped the two parts of the tent and emerged - still fastening my shoelaces, but amazed to view an empty, desolate field with not a sole to be seen. There was a deathly silence, which sent a shiver down my spine, forcing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. .
I could see the mist on the hillside, protecting a good view from my eyes. I began to stroll around and the dewdrops on the luscious, thick blades of grass caught on my shoes and left small water marks that began to leak through and into my socks.
Earlier that day, I had wandered around the campsite, feeling lonely and bored. My cousin and I had planned on visiting the theme park, but his father, my uncle, had taken him out for a surprise birthday dinner. ... It was also our last night at the campsite. I went into my tent, and got out my cd player, and put in my mixed cd that my cousin gave me, wanting to listen to some fun music. ... I had the time of my life. ...
I was about to enter my sophomore year of high school when my life was changed forever. ... That night, Dylan spent the night at my house. ... It took us a little over an hour to reach our campsite. ... Dylan said to me, "lets take these two back to the campsite for dinner" I looked over and said " Dylan, we have enough food back there to feed an army!" ... When we were done, two other guys showed up to the campsite I have never met before. ...
There are times when I allow the dizzying pace of my life to steal away my good sense, so I dream of a place of my youth where my family and I camped. ... Whenever I need to escape my reality, I drift away to my years at Lincoln Trail State Park in Marshall, IL. ... My father would carefully bring the trailer to a grinding halt next to the kelly green ranger's station so he could select our weekend campsite. ... My favorite path took me down the hill behind out campsite to a small landing in a shallow and shaded cove. ... I consider myself a very lucky man to be able to reflect back o...
One warm summer day, in the Catskill Mountains, at a campsite near New York City when I was just about 7 years old, I was on my first camping trip with my family. ... I responded with an immediate reaction of slapping her in the face and dramatically storming off to the campsite where by some unexplainable happening the word had already gotten back to my grandma. ... My grandfather had a rather different take on it. ... My cousin Melissa had already forgotten about it and I had to sit at the campsite all day and risk giving up my privileges of roasting marshmallows. ... As I dizzily I looked ...
And so I traveled to his campsite to find him around a fire pit. ... " After saying all of this, my father had kissed me on my forehead and sent me to my campsite to sleep for the night. ... I crept quietly but quickly to his campsite. ... " As I was screaming and crying, all the army men had arrived to his campsite. ... My unfortunate fate turned into my father's fate. ...
Being able to go off for a week with my grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins; with my family, and enjoy myself has created bonds between my family and I that I believe would not otherwise be there. ... Other than the things I previously mentioned, the campground has an arcade, basketball courts, a playground, putt-put course, and of course, campsites. ... Each campsite has optional electric hookup. ... The above referenced article quotes reflect my ideas on family camping, and support my opinion perfectly. ... My sources reflect these same views. ...
I think its time I get this off my chest. ... We ended up so lost that we gave up after walking around for two hours with not being able to find the campsite. ... So here we were in the complete darkness with bugs and noises like chirping and that seemed to be right next to my ear. ... As soon as the sun came up we set out to find our campsite. ... Later that afternoon, the campsite's director came to our tents asking if we saw any young girl about our age around. ...
HOW TO: When I went camping last summer and my friend told me we could take his dad's truck I didn't think twice about it be a stick shift. ... We were just about finished changing the tire when the jack slipped and fell onto my friend's leg. He ended up just being able to ice it for a few hours but that was after we got to the campsite. ... Well we got to the campsite where his mom looked at the injured leg and he was fine. ...
The campsite was very still, as still as a doll on a shelf. As I stepped out of my tent, I could feel the slight caress of the wind against my face. ... In the almost church-like stillness of the campsite, we knew that we were about to experience something extraordinary. ... My thoughts turned to my feet with blisters on them. ... As we left our campsite and passed through one of the final resupply areas; Baldy Town, we finally began to feel the power of the hills smack us in the face. ...
