Roughing It Quotes

“That done, a second list began to sketch itself from memory. Food, water, containers, blankets...

I set three piles aside, starting with the blankets, then took what pillowcases I could find. They always made useful bags for carrying things when backpacks weren't available. One small pot for boiling, one small pan for cooking or additional self-defense. Knives, always good. One fork and a spoon for each of us. More than that, and they'd clatter inside our bags, keeping us from moving silently. No batteries. One flashlight that seemed to be working for now, even if the beam wasn't strong. The real coup would have been canned food or toilet paper, but those were truly one-in-a-million finds.

"Did you forget to tell us that you're taking us camping?" I'm all four roughing it as long as that entails air-conditioning and a nice view."

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"Sorry," I muttered, forcing myself onto my feet. "Old habits.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade

“The negatives he did manage were made in the hour or two when the sun seemed to rally with a yellowy light reminiscent of an egg yolk; usually, it looked pale as a pearl on the steely blue or leaden sky above the snow-scrubbed lake. That's a purple passage fit for a novel but hardly descriptive of the actuality of that winter, which was almost past enduring.”
― Norman Lock, American Meteor

“The odor of citronella is not offensive to people. It smells like gun oil. But the bugs do hate it.”
― Ernest Hemingway, Camping Out

“This is heaven- sunshine, coffee, and muffin."
"You're so different from everyone else," he teased.
"How so?" she asked, and took another eager bite.
"Other girls are so worried about the way they look."
"What?" She sprayed out part of the muffin and coffee. "What's wrong with the way I look?"
"Nothing," he answered, but there was amusement in his eyes. "You look great."
She handed back the muffin and the coffee, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Then why did you say I don't worry about the way I look?"
"I just mean other girls spend hours in front of the mirror and you obviously don't. You seem like the right kind of person to go on adventures with," he answered in a dreamy kind of way. "That's what I want to do. Go on a dig, maybe. Wouldn't you like to uncover mummies or discover an unknown temple in the jungles of Cambodia?"
"Why?" she asked with a rising sense of uneasiness. "When you're safe and at home, adventures might seem like fun, but when you're living them, they're not."
"I thought you'd enjoy roughing it," he explained. "You don't seem to care about appearances.”
― Lynne Ewing, The Lost One