No, I dont drink when camping. I used to do that sort of hiking.
But getting drunk in the wilderness is dangerous. Having a drink is not. I even said that.
How about 2 late teens 5 days deep into an illegal mountain trip over the border to a foreign country, in an area known to have been landmined during a civil war, and then taking big LSD doses?
I did that with my friend. I realise my risk adversity level is quite a bit lower than yours - I would do it again now, and I am 47.
Crossing the road is dangerous.
I understand the potential risks that are involved with drinking & smoking during camping trips, which made me realize that my first “real” camping trip included some of us learning about how to be responsible, even though we didn’t smoke, only drank.
However, despite mixed reviews on this subject, I think that as long as people are safe, smart, and responsible about it, I don’t see an issue, besides smoking, which is a hazard in general.
When fire danger is high in the Colorado mountains, you can’t legally smoke outside PERIOD. Not even on your own porch.
“During Stage 2 Fire Restrictions, smoking is prohibited anywhere outside of an enclosed vehicle, trailer or building.”
This includes in town in a parking lot. We take this shit seriously.
God I wish Colorado Springs would be more forceful in their enforcement. Up near Cotapaxi where my folks used to have a place, and using a fire for actual cooking was often a practical solution, they were militant, but the number of times I’ve narc’d to no effect in the Springs despite being in drought, high wind warnings and the whole nine yards of risk to no effect is saddening.
Then again, in the last 3 weeks the Springs has only had around 18" of snow to your several feet, so, tradeoffs as they say.
Same for me, to the point that I still strongly associate hiking, backpacking, canoeing, and camping with a total abstinence from alcohol. As in strictly forbidden to imbibe or even to have in one’s possession.
It was a novel experience for me when I did a non-scouting hike in the White Mountains in New Hampshire and my hiking partner pulled out a small carton of wine to share to celebrate our reaching the summit of Mount Jefferson.
I agree with all of this as well.
As an aside, I’ve done several multi-day canoe trips down the Allagash River in Maine with Boy Scouts, and all have been alcohol-free of course. However, I am looking into the possibility of doing a similar trip next year without any scouts, and will likely bring some bourbon and/or wine for the evening campfire. I would certainly not drink prior to getting into a canoe, though. That’s just asking for trouble.
I have never ever encountered a campground that restricts drinking and smoking, though I don’t pay attention to the rules for the latter. Fire restrictions are common which might extend to proper extinguishing of smokeables. Especially in high summer, you can probably use a propane camp stove but not any sort of fire.
I do live in a place where you can camp pretty much anywhere dispersed, just pull down a dirt road and find a flat spot. So paid campgrounds are there to primarily provide a bathroom and possibly preferred boat ramp access.
Like i said, a couple beers or even a shot as a nightcap isnt that bad, but getting drunk is dangerous- anywhere.
Se, that wouldn’t be so bad.
I totally agree. It’s amazing how good an inexpensive carton of wine tastes on top of a mountain peak that you have just climbed. 
I bring beer on camping trips. Chill them in a stream when available.
Two cans by the fire is enough.
What I can’t stand is boomboxes. The point of camping is the sounds of nature. The frog splashing in the water. Cicadas calling. Birds.
Okay, good idea.
I hate them also, but they are now out of style.
Bluetooth speakers have replaced boomboxes. Mine plays six hours on a charge. I don’t bring it camping.
I do have a travel guitar. Soft fingerpicking by the fire is relaxing. I wouldn’t play if any campsites near me are occupied.
I stopped camping when I moved to the mountains. I cannot see another house from my house (neighbors are about 1/4 mile away). I have a fire pit and a nice deck. Lost my interest in camping.
So I do my drinking at home nowadays.
I used to do an early spring kayak paddle for men only*. It was the Sunday before opening of trout season, and was done 20 consecutive years. Some years would be mild (50s or 60s) but other years it would be in the 30s with snow.
I never brought beer with me!! I knew that the first little set of rapids would upend a few canoes/kayaks and their beers would be free for the taking. I’d reach the take-out with a few dozen beers and six or seven empties.
*The three guys who started the tradition made it specifically “men only”. One of the original guys ended up divorced and his wife ended up owning the property at the take-out spot (where we partied). She opened the event to both men and women, and we (the original group) all stopped participating.
Camping? Fine.
Hunting?
NO!
I once had a couple of farm interns who wanted to go up in the woods and cut firewood with chain saws.
And with beer.
They couldn’t understand why I stopped them from doing this.
(They also didn’t stay here very long.)
I totally understand. That said, I always take a few puffs of cannabis before using our chainsaws. I smoke just a bit to temper the very real fear of felling trees. No totally sober dude would fire up a chainsaw. I’ve felled many dozens of trees and have suffered only minor injuries.
I also make sure to do any wood cutting & splitting with chainsaw & axe earlier in the day, before indulging in anything that may impair my reflexes or judgement.
ETA: I just now noticed your post-- I wasn’t responding to it with mine, just coincidental. That said, I would personally never operate a chainsaw myself anything other than completely sober, but that’s me, no value judgement. I do understand the concept of just a little bit to take the edge off. For example, once I was helping a friend paint their house - I got assigned second floor painting, on a scaffold that was supposed to hold a 4x8’ sheet of plywood, but he only had a 2’ wide piece. I could not climb up there on that skinny platform and paint unless I had a couple beers first.
Back when I was a camper, I partook and imbibed on a regular basis, but I kept it to myself. The whole point of being there was to enjoy peace and quiet. A few of the groups I camped with threw the concept of peace and quiet out the window–I rarely joined them a second time.
On the rare occasion when I didn’t have any nearby neighbors in the campground I would put on some music. A couple of memorable nights were listening to Pink Floyd at the campground at Badlands National Park and Moody Blues at a secluded spot in the eastern Sierras.
That’s how I am with a chainsaw. Just a little bit of relaxation so that I’m not immobilized by fear 
. When I’m running the chainsaw I am 100% concentrating on what I’m doing, what my escape paths are, what worst case scenarios exist, etc.
I also limit my time running the chainsaw. In my younger days I allowed myself 3 tanks of gas Now I start with a full tank and stop when I’ve used it up, or start with a full battery and stop when I’m out of juice.