Signs that you're camping.

[swampspruce]

You’re camping when the coffee pot is filled in the morning with water and grounds and placed on the campfire grate, and replenished as it is drained (with more grounds and water as necessary), until after supper. Strain through a clean sock or swing the pot in circles Pete Townsend style if you don’t like grounds (wimp.)
And it’ll be the best coffee you’ll ever have. Especially after a liberal dose of rye or amaretto.

[missred]

@swampspruce

You’re camping when the coffee pot is filled in the morning with water and grounds and placed on the campfire grate, and replenished as it is drained (with more grounds and water as necessary), until after supper. Strain through a clean sock or swing the pot in circles Pete Townsend style if you don’t like grounds (wimp.)
And it’ll be the best coffee you’ll ever have. Especially after a liberal dose of rye or amaretto.

Bourbon works too.

[WhyNot]

@missred

Bourbon works too.

Just don’t drink out of the peanut butter jar.

[blondebear]

You’re camping when you wake up to the dawn chorus and get listen to it and doze off a little more before the sun is fully up.

[missred]

@WhyNot

Just don’t drink out of the peanut butter jar.

I think I have all of the coffee off my monitor now.

[swampspruce]

You’re camping when you are awakened at 5 AM, having the bejezzus scared out of you, from squirrels repeatedly sliding down the side of your tent…

[Dr.Strangelove]

@swampspruce

You’re camping when you are awakened at 5 AM, having the bejezzus scared out of you, from squirrels repeatedly sliding down the side of your tent…

Ok, never had that happen…

I was once woken up early by something brushing on my face. I open my eyes and see some big, menacing white thing hovering above my head. I push it away, startled.

Turns out it had been gently showing all night. The weight of the snow gradually collapsed the tent until the roof part where I had been sleeping lowered to face level. Probably moved at just a few inches per hour until it hit my nose.

[tapu]

being nearly immersed in cold water

I have a childhood memory of my parents’ 3 families of friends. Couples and their children. Us kids in sleeping bags, tents, while the adults stayed around the campfire.

Storms and flash floods. Adults shouting, and shoving empty Blue Ribbon cans under the tent floor.

Awoke with the water outlining my face. Everyone carried to the cars. And sleep.
Upper Appalachia circa 1965

[Encinitas]

@tapu

Storms and flash floods. Adults shouting, and shoving empty Blue Ribbon cans under the tent floor.

Were the cans supposed to make the tent float?

[butler1850]

@Boyo_Jim

How about this: You know you’re camping in the 18th century when 3 of your children are eaten by wolves.

Those ones wouldn’t have been useful on the farm anyway. Better to save the resources and breed up a few stronger ones.

[Malthus]

You are camping when you are awakened by what sounds like a bear beating the shit out of a steel drum - only to see, when you shine a light, a bright purple raccoon taking off, leaving a rattling economy-sized tin of grape drink mix empty behind him.