Camping Quotes

“Camping is nature's way of promoting the motel business. ”
― Dave Barry

“What on earth would I do if four bears came into my camp? Why, I would die of course. Literally shit myself lifeless.”
― Bill Bryson, A Walk in the Woods: Rediscovering America on the Appalachian Trail

“It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles, against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent.”
― Dave Barry

“In a well-ordered universe...camping would take place indoors.”
― Morgan Matson, Since You've Been Gone

“A crude meal, no doubt, but the best of all sauces is hunger.”
― Edward Abbey, Desert Solitaire

“Mom, camping is not a date; it's an endurance test. If you can survive camping with someone, you should marry them on the way home.”
― Yvonne Prinz, The Vinyl Princess

“I'm tired of being set upon by crazed Christians one minute and unbridled libertines the next. Girls, I'm going camping.”
― Bailey White, Mama Makes Up Her Mind: And Other Dangers of Southern Living

“Wilderness areas are first of all a series of sanctuaries for the primitive arts of wilderness travel, especially canoeing and packing. I suppose some will wish to debate whether it is important to keep these primitive arts alive. I shall not debate it. Either you know it in your bones, or you are very, very old.”
― Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac and Sketches Here and There

“There is nothing better than to be headed into the mountains on a clean fresh day with the sun rising through the trees and good company and good talk and the sense of ease that comes from the knowledge that you are in somebody else's car and it is not your transmission that is going to get torn out on a big rock.”
― Patrick Mcmanus, They Shoot Canoes, Don't They?

“Of course, not everybody likes camping trips. I do not myself enjoy them much, because I'm not outdoorsy, or at any rate, I'm not outdoorsy overnight-without-a-matress-wise. There's a limit to the outdoorsiness to which some academics can be expected to submit.”
― G.A. Cohen, Why Not Socialism?

“I swear there are about a million rocks underneath me," [Dylan] said grouchily.
Think of it as therapeutic. Like a shiatsu massage." (Sadie)
You obviously have a much better imagination than me," he said.”
― Sarah Mayberry, Take on Me

“You know how to check fer thin ice, boy?" he would ask me. "Wall, what you do is stick one foot way out ahead of you and stomp the ice real hard and listen fer it to make a crackin' sound. Thar now, did you hear how the ice cracked whan Ah stomped it? Thet means it's too thin to hold a man's weight. Now pull me up out of hyar and we'll run back to shore and see if we kin built a fahr b'fore Ah freezes to death!”
― Patrick Mcmanus, They Shoot Canoes, Don't They?

“Late in the evening, tired and happy and miles from home, they drew up on a remote common far from habitations, turned the horse loose to graze, and ate their simple supper sitting on the grass by the side of the cart. . . . [The] stars grew fuller and larger all around them, and a yellow moon, appearing suddenly and silently from nowhere in particular, came to keep them company. . . .”
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

“When she was a child, she had inherited a ratty canvas tent which her mother had allowed her to drag down from the attic and sit inside. The thrill of a pretended journey had been enough to entertain her for days at time, zipped up with her books and a beakerful of cramberry juice, imagining strange shadows dancing on the fabric walls. You liked it because you liked four walls around you, her mother told her later, you liked to have things where you could see them - your little books and toys and pencils - to zip them up with you and keep them close.”
― Julia Armfield, Salt Slow

“Then we run our little boat into some quiet nook, and the tent is pitched, and the frugal supper cooked and eaten. Then the big pipes are filled and lighted, and the pleasant chat goes round in musical undertone; while, in the pauses of our talk, the river, playing round the boat, prattles strange old tales and secrets, sings low the old child’s song that it has sung so many thousand years—will sing so many thousand years to come, before its voice grows harsh and old—a song that we, who have learnt to love its changing face, who have so often nestled on its yielding bosom, think, somehow, we understand, though we could not tell you in mere words the story that we listen to”
― Jerome K Jerome

“In the daytime, set to work creating your coorie camp.
At night, it's time to appreciate it.
Technology has little place in coorie camping: this is a chance to chat properly, about ourselves, the universe and everything in between.
A bottle of whiskey may give way to the suggestion of skinny-dipping. I hear that's fun.”
― Gabriella Bennett, The Art of Coorie: How to Live Happy the Scottish Way

“Coorie camping is about leaving your expensive devices at home and feeling like a wildling for the weekend.
It's about taking turns to fetch water, boiling it and doling out cups of tea.
What feels like a chore at home becomes fun on a camping trip.
Decorate your tent with forest treasures until it looks like a woodland grotto and share memory games played in childhood with adult friends.
There is also the chance to get really good at making campfires.
Fire is our oldest and most ensuring form of heat and energy.
Is it any wonder it's so important to our coorie experience?”
― Gabriella Bennett, The Art of Coorie: How to Live Happy the Scottish Way

“Coorie camping gives life to experimentation.
Recipes cobbled together with what's left in our packs are part of the fun.
Have you ever eaten a griddled cheese toastie in the woods for breakfast?
The excitement is in the preparation; someone firing up the kettle for a round of coffees, someone else getting the table (an upturned log) ready while the chef eases the sandwiches over, molten goo seeping from the sides and filling the air with the smell of roasted cheese.
The radio might be on low, but more likely everyone is waking up slowly, listening to the sounds of the woods and working together to create a greater good.
It's not what you'd eat at home.
Any sense of a schedule is left behind and the experience is richer for it.
Told you a griddle pan was the key to happiness.”
― Gabriella Bennett, The Art of Coorie: How to Live Happy the Scottish Way

“My health issues are now fully understood, treated and I am back to normal. It was a mix of amino acid deficiencies and low testosterone causing serious food intolerance and altitude hypersensitivity to occur. Low magnesium was causing sleep apnea and I now take magnesium supplements. I had also lost my circadian rhythm and it restored while I was homeless and camping outdoors for five months in the Hawaiian jungle. Based on my testing, I will have to take amino acids, magnesium and testosterone for the rest of my life. The sickness comes back if I stop the supplements.”
― Steven Magee

“Give me a tent in a deserted place, give me a dark night, and I'll tell you what a terribly local, how pitifully ineffective and insignificant life you have!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Would you rather eat poison ivy or a handful of bumblebees?”
“What kind of question is that? … Why would I have to eat either one, ever? Exactly what type of camping are we doing?”
― Becky Dean, Love & Other Great Expectations

“Hey diary guy, please remind me to tell dad every time you stop walkin' on campin' vacation you eat food.”
― Mica Stone, Tatum Comes Home

“Nature is one of the most powerful human connectors in this world. We all feel it, see it, experience it, and embrace it. Some less than others, nonetheless we all experience it. The river belongs to all those who benefit from it. The wind kisses and touches all of us. The sun smiles at all of us. The mountains wait in eternity for us. A gold searcher, a nature yoga enthusiast, a camper, a hiker, a hunter, a fisher... all of us share nature as our common denominator.”
― Mitta Xinindlu

“I lay on the grass with the air hanging around me, heavy and still. Not a sound disturbed the night save the trickle and truckle of two waterways, now seeming to chuckle together at some private joke. Perhaps they had seen the Devil ride out so often they found him ridiculous.”
― Dixe Wills, At Night: A Journey Round Britain from Dusk Till Dawn

“My attraction to wild places is, in part, an attempt to relive the innocence and imagination lost after youth. To be submersed in the innocence of a forest, the ungoverned landscape, to exist by my own laws and no one else’s, even if only briefly — this is one of the primary beacons that guides me back into wild places.”
― Daniel J. Rice, THE UNPEOPLED SEASON: A Journal of Solitude and Wilderness

“I get the feeling you don’t realize you’ve been camping all this time.”
― Michael E. O'Reilly, Jeweled Escapement

“The honey appears on an oval tin tray, craggy blocks of honeycomb oozing their sticky cargo onto the tray. We scoop the honey up with forks (I looked in vain for a spoon), trying hard not to drip on the tired pink carpet that covers the floor of the tent. The honey is not as sweet as that at home, more liquid, and its fragrance is both floral and resinous.
Perched in the tent on a mountain, surrounded by tall pines, the scent of woodsmoke and the sound of the distant water rushing over rocks like the laughter of happy children, this could well be the breakfast of dreams.”
― Nigel Slater, A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts

“Don't let yourself
Take away from yourself
Be yourself”
― Craig Martin, American Solitaire: My Exploration Of America and My Mind

“Do not lament the lack of a roof, dear wanderer. For the stars are but tiny holes in the great tarpaulin of night, letting the divine light — and admittedly, a bit of a draught — seep through. Truly, the universe is just one grand, albeit slightly under-prepared, cosmic camping trip.”
― Unknown Author

“Do not lament about the lack of a roof, dear wanderer. For the stars are but tiny holes in the great tarpaulin of night, letting divine light shine through. Truly, the universe is just one grand, albeit slightly under-prepared, cosmic camping trip.”
― Unknown Author