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Camping? – Friday Fictioneers

It’s Wednesday already. You know what that means! Yep, time for some Friday Fictioneering. This week’s photo is brought to us by c.e. ayr and reminded me of the Christmas/New Year of 2013/14. We spent Christmas in the Keys and New Year’s in Naples…

Thanks, always, to Rochelle for her willingness to keep this party going! If you want to join in, just click on my frog below and add your link with your 100-word story!

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Camping?

This is how the rich like to camp, I take it?

Yep! They each have their lot for a season. It’s like a community.

And they save some scraggly spots for those of us just passing through…

Uhhhh… Not so scraggly.

Right. Not loving it, to tell the truth. We are a bunch of sardines in a pretty can. And our sardine is lacking.

It’s not! We are one with the hoi-palloi!

You do know that means the riffraff, right?

Really? Shit. I thought it meant the rich and snooty.

Nope. That’s hoity-toity. Let’s go to a nice quiet wooded area.

120 thoughts on “Camping? – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Q,

    Hahaha, you clever, cheeky thing you. I was wondering how it was that you were going to be able to keep that in there when you were only dealing with a limited amount of words, and then you showed me how!

    The quiet, wooded area is a great area considering this locale has a very claustrophobic feel to it, no? I like that they tried it, but nope . . let’s increase the elbow room whilst making the locale a lot more intimate in the doing. That is the definition of irony right there. And YOU are the definition of clever and cheeky.

    Both.

    B

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    • B,

      Tee hee! Cheeky, eh? I completely changed the ending to keep it in πŸ˜‰

      Hey, I was at the point that camping was in a trailer and not a tent but still – we didn’t search out this type of place. Rather, we avoided them like the plague. I don’t want my neighbours’ noses in my spaghetti, yanno? So, yeah. No.
      And well… I may have my moments πŸ˜‰

      Sweet.

      Q

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      • Yes, cheeky. Very, very cheeky.

        And I’m glad you did. Like I told you, I got the word wrong!

        Ugh! That’s a visual I could’ve done without! Nose in my spaghetti . . . . no gracias. I ain’t sharing that way, LOL.

        You have many moments. πŸ˜‰

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  2. LOL! Well, tis all in the perspective, ain’t it? One of my friends used to camp in military-style (think blanket with rocks tied in the corners tied to twigs in the ground) tents with his dad. When they finally went camping in an RV, he thought they’d reached the height of luxury! πŸ˜‰
    And a pool!!!
    πŸ™‚
    Good one!

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  3. So true, so very true. Camping with my daughters in the designated area of the camp site was fun in the rain. A group nearby were drinking when we left for a trek, and on our return they were still knocking back the beers. Later that night we were woken by a riot – the camp staff were trying to placate the drunken slobs. Such fun. Next morning, we moved camp sites.

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  4. Camping in the woods is so much better anyway. I do prefer the camper to the tent, but the camper doesn’t fit in the backpack, sadly. Fun story, Dale.

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    • Could not agree more. I am way passed the tent stage. And now that camping is a thing of the past for five years already; bring on the four star, queen-size bed πŸ˜‰
      Glad you enjoyed, Gabi!

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  5. Dear Dale,

    Then there’s the eleventh commandment, “Jews don’t camp.” Saying that, we’ve done a lot of camping and canoeing, especially when the kids were young. Then there was the pop-up camper we took from here to Florida and back. I think from now on I’ll “camp” in luxury hotels. πŸ˜‰
    Love your story.

    Shalom and lotsa hugs, indoors and outdoors,

    Rochelle

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    • Dear Rochelle,

      I hear ya. But since you married a Goy, well, so much for the eleventh commandment, eh?
      Guess what? Imma camp the same way!!

      Shalom and lotsa love with room service!

      Dale

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  6. I like the repeated ‘glass half full’ feeling. I am well beyond tents, enjoy the ‘idea’ of a camper van but prefer nice warm hotel rooms or air b and b these days. A fun story. Uplifting.

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  7. My aunt and uncle spent a lot of summers at a state park in southern Missouri. A lot of other couples did to. I’m sure they could spot the weekend campers a mile away. They were lovely people and would have made great camp neighbors. However, I’ve camped next to people who were NOT so gracious.

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  8. Keys & Naples, that sounds like a wonderful way to spend the holidays! I noticed your comment to Na’ama, and I grew up camping in tents and pop-up tent-trailers too. Actually, my dad worked on a Nimrod Camper assembly line, while supporting wife and three kids, attending night school, and getting his law degree. It took him ten years. Loved, loved those days, simple and fun! (sorry for the ramble). Don’t think I’d like the camping thing now though, and an RV would be more my style. =)

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      • Don’t we all write what we know? Mine comes from a “friend” on facebook, whom, I really only know in passing. I have no idea about her life, really, but this is the story I made up from her, just because it sort of fit. But yours always seems to have that personal touch. Don’t try to get rid of that. I think it makes your writing more endearing.

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    • I swear, I can’t believe I forgot to insert a picture of the same type of campground we ended up in Blech. Kinda was glad when it started to rain incessantly and we left early!

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