Tell me something you dislike doing that most people enjoy.

[baymule]

That’s a great story!

 

[heirloomgal]

Camping can be one of two things:
1) great joy
or
2) torture
It's ALL about knowledge and preparation.
Both DH and I started camping as a Boy Scout and a Girl Scout. I learned about not putting too many people in a tent and how to roll my clothes in a bedroll (or sleeping bag) and how to roll it really tight and tie it shut with a rope. DH and I Really learned most about camping as CW Reenactors. Never realized at the time, but we camped with 100 to 31,000 others, and most of them had a loaded weapon in the tents, just in case. NEVER camp in the Rockies by yourself!! Bears are curious. So are the crazy people who knock off people who sometimes are never found again.
We also learned that you NEVER kept food in your tent. Find a tree and hang it a safe distance away. ONLY water in your canteen belongs with you in your tent.
Best way to start a campfire is with firestarters, like the ones I continue to make with cardboard egg cartons, lint OR pine shavings, and use a candle warmer on candles that have stopped burning, and your pour the wet wax until you soak it. Break them off one or more at a time. They can't get wet and unusable.
MOST IMPORTANTLY, we have always used canvas tents, which shed water. Even when we have been washed out from heavy rains, we have dug trenches around the tent and stayed relatively dry.
Only ONCE did we have bad camping. It was the year that Youngest DD was going on a SD trip with us.
SOMEHOW DH decided we should take a camping trip with my Saturn L200, even though we had a perfectly good truck in the garage. Then, middle DD invited herself.
We STILL don't know how we packed that trunk!
We took nylon tents, and, predictably, they leaked. Don't think I slept well even though we had roll out sleeping bag mats.
When I went to GS camp two years in a row in Michigan, the camp had elevated tent supports for wall tents that opening in both the front and the back. There were 2 steps up into the tent, both sides, and we had 4 cots/tent. Everybody put their day clothes underneath our sleeping bags, and surprising, they were dry every morning. I kept this habit and while reenacting EVERYTHING lose got tied up, boots were close and available for the middle of the night, we made our bed on top of two gum blankets (rubberized capes used when it rained), then the horse's saddle pads.) Many reenactments supplied straw, and we used that, too.

Most of my gripe is with bears waking me up in the night, and even worse, warring raccoon factions. Northern Ontario is 95% Crown land and and it's mostly illegal to camp on it, with certain ten miles of red tape exceptions. Thus, most of camping here is in government designated Provincial Parks. These places are filled with generations of well practiced furball looters, many of whom roam the park even in daytime, mostly bears. They don't bother anyone, but I don't like sleeping at night, in the dark, in Saraan wrap, and hearing them rub the tent next to my head. Wrestling a cooler. Or snarfing around my shoes on the other side of the door zipper. And the howling, screeching and roaring that raccoons do while fighting each other for your hot dog buns outside at 3 a.m. is nuts. It sounds like homicide.

 

[Artichoke Lover]

Most of my gripe is with bears waking me up in the night, and even worse, warring raccoon factions. Northern Ontario is 95% Crown land and and it's mostly illegal to camp on it, with certain ten miles of red tape exceptions. Thus, most of camping here is in Provincial Parks. These places are filled with generations of well practiced furball looters, many of whom roam the park even in daytime, mostly bears. They don't bother anyone, but I don't like sleeping at night, in the dark, in Saraan wrap, and hearing them rub the tent next to my head. Wrestling a cooler. Or snarfing around my shoes on the other side of the door zipper. And the howling, screeching and roaring that raccoons do while fighting each other for your hot dog buns outside at 3 a.m. is nuts. It sounds like homicide.

No thank you! Living in the middle of the woods has cured me of any desire for camping. Having your house surrounded by a pack of 30 screaming coyotes makes you very glad not to be in a tent! My only crazy camping story is from being a teen and getting to watch a friends meth head neighbors have a fight on the front lawn. I wouldn’t go camping again around here simply because it’s near impossible to get far enough away from people for me to be comfortable.

 

[Cosmo spring garden]

Most of my gripe is with bears waking me up in the night, and even worse, warring raccoon factions. Northern Ontario is 95% Crown land and and it's mostly illegal to camp on it, with certain ten miles of red tape exceptions. Thus, most of camping here is in government designated Provincial Parks. These places are filled with generations of well practiced furball looters, many of whom roam the park even in daytime, mostly bears. They don't bother anyone, but I don't like sleeping at night, in the dark, in Saraan wrap, and hearing them rub the tent next to my head. Wrestling a cooler. Or snarfing around my shoes on the other side of the door zipper. And the howling, screeching and roaring that raccoons do while fighting each other for your hot dog buns outside at 3 a.m. is nuts. It sounds like homicide.

Yikes! I didnt even think about bears. For me is the fact I have to go pee in a public restroom or worst a porta-potty in the middle of night and have to get back in bed without taking a bath in bleach .

 

[baymule]

Most of my gripe is with bears waking me up in the night, and even worse, warring raccoon factions. Northern Ontario is 95% Crown land and and it's mostly illegal to camp on it, with certain ten miles of red tape exceptions. Thus, most of camping here is in government designated Provincial Parks. These places are filled with generations of well practiced furball looters, many of whom roam the park even in daytime, mostly bears. They don't bother anyone, but I don't like sleeping at night, in the dark, in Saraan wrap, and hearing them rub the tent next to my head. Wrestling a cooler. Or snarfing around my shoes on the other side of the door zipper. And the howling, screeching and roaring that raccoons do while fighting each other for your hot dog buns outside at 3 a.m. is nuts. It sounds like homicide.

Bears? Screw that!

No thank you! Living in the middle of the woods has cured me of any desire for camping. Having your house surrounded by a pack of 30 screaming coyotes makes you very glad not to be in a tent! My only crazy camping story is from being a teen and getting to watch a friends meth head neighbors have a fight on the front lawn. I wouldn’t go camping again around here simply because it’s near impossible to get far enough away from people for me to be comfortable.

Meth heads? Yeah, screw that too!

 

[flowerbug]

Most of my gripe is with bears waking me up in the night, and even worse, warring raccoon factions. Northern Ontario is 95% Crown land and and it's mostly illegal to camp on it, with certain ten miles of red tape exceptions. Thus, most of camping here is in government designated Provincial Parks. These places are filled with generations of well practiced furball looters, many of whom roam the park even in daytime, mostly bears. They don't bother anyone, but I don't like sleeping at night, in the dark, in Saraan wrap, and hearing them rub the tent next to my head. Wrestling a cooler. Or snarfing around my shoes on the other side of the door zipper. And the howling, screeching and roaring that raccoons do while fighting each other for your hot dog buns outside at 3 a.m. is nuts. It sounds like homicide.

it really does. one time when camping with my gf on our trip around Lake Superior it sounded like a war right outside our tent and then one of them went off to sulk in the nearby tree and i could hear it breathing. my gf slept through it completely. i was awake waiting for that animal to decide the tent was just a wrapper for it to chew through.

funny enough, last night i dreamed that a raccoon attacked my hand and arm. it wasn't funny in the dream as it woke me up, but i was able to fall right back asleep.

 

[heirloomgal]

Yikes! I didnt even think about bears. For me is the fact I have to go pee in a public restroom or worst a porta-potty in the middle of night and have to get back in bed without taking a bath in bleach .

I feel like I may have broken some world records for minutes holding your breath in those porta's.

 

[heirloomgal]

it really does. one time when camping with my gf on our trip around Lake Superior it sounded like a war right outside our tent and then one of them went off to sulk in the nearby tree and i could hear it breathing. my gf slept through it completely. i was awake waiting for that animal to decide the tent was just a wrapper for it to chew through.

funny enough, last night i dreamed that a raccoon attacked my hand and arm. it wasn't funny in the dream as it woke me up, but i was able to fall right back asleep.

Lake Superior?! How far north did you get? I LOVE Lake Superior. Too bad it's glacier level cold.

 

[flowerbug]

Lake Superior?! How far north did you get? I LOVE Lake Superior. Too bad it's glacier level cold.

we went around the edge and camped each night where we could find a campground. my goal was to see a moose in the wild, but we never did. some other years i did some trips through Canada and even made it as far north as Edmonton.

i lived in the UP of Michigan for 15 years and spent plenty of time on the shores of Lake Superior and also well aware of how cold that water can be even in the mid-summer. kayaking along the shore one 4th of July there were still some spots of ice still melting from the previous winter. the places to go swimming were a few protected bays where it was shallow enough to warm the water enough to swim. this usually also meant those protected bays were outlets of streams with plenty of mosquitoes hovering around waiting for some blood source to come along. you'd get in the water and stay in as much as you could because once you got out you would get swarmed. those were the good old days.

 

[Marie2020]

I think everyone hated doing dishes. And most people dislike vaccuming. I don’t mind it but I don’t particularly care for it either.

I also hate manicures. Fake nails scare me and do does letting random people touch my hands with sharp objects and chemicals. If I want my nails done for something I can do it myself at home for about 30¢ instead of $30.

I haven't had a manicure for decades, ever since I found out what was in nail varnish

I just try to keep my nail short, I don't like nail files of any kind, you just don't know what they are made of