What was the very worst camping trip like?

Question

You can give in detail if you want. I don't mind cause camping is a heck of a bug zone to me1

Answer 1

One time I was camping with my family and our friends, and our campsite went downhill. We had this really bad rainstorm & the wole camp was flooded. we had to hang huge tarps everywhere! the tend I was sharing was at the bottom of the hill too. It was really bad. On the flipside of that my brother had a birthday then and we got him a cake. Now that was fun!

Answer 2

It would have to be when my kids were 2 and 7. We had a tiny car filled to the brim with camping equipment. When we got to the campground it started pouring and my husband insisted on going ahead with setting up the tent.
It wasn't pretty.
Finally, the rain stopped, the tent was set-up, and we decided to go fishing. We took the kids down to the lake and baited the hooks with worms. After a half an hour or so of nothing but shriveled worms on the ends of our hooks we asked one of the rangers about the fish. "Oh, we had to drain the lake earlier and haven't restocked it yet." Oh.
Back to the campsite for dinner. My job. 1 hour to get damp wood to finally start burning,
burnt black hot dogs and charbroiled marshmellows-lovely.
But, wait. Then there was the time when my daughter started throwing up all over everyone at 3:00 am, and screeched all the way to the showers where I stripped us both and tried to wash off-all the while wondering when the police were going to arrive to investigate the screaming baby being tortured in the campground bathroom.
No, I think it was the trip when I couldn't sleep all night, went to take an early morning shower and came back to find a very awake husband, son and, again, screaming baby. Did I mention the fifty or so irate campers disgruntled at the early morning wake-up call? It seems that my leaving the tent woke up the baby who proceeded to howl at the top of her lungs...
Amazing, we didn't get thrown out of any campgrounds, but we didn't make any lifelong camping buddy friends, either.

Answer 3

We went fishing down at Rock Port Texas and I was already starting to develop a cold, our friend had a deep draft boat and at Rock Port you really need a Bay boat with a shallow draft. First off my nephew fell off the boat while waving at some fellow boater. He was standing on the bow waiving when the wake from the other boat hit our boat he fell into the water and he cut up his hand on the oyster shell.

Next my brother in law got a puncture wound from a hard head that went through his hand and out the other side.

Then we got stuck on a sand bar about a mile and a half off shore, about that time we got passed by a 30 minute thunderstorm. I caught Pneumonia and was in the emergency room with a 104 fever.

That was the worst trip ever, I can not think of anything that came good of that trip.

Answer 4

the worst one ever for me was a moose hunting trip i took with my father. he had been to the area before and had the perfect camping spot. an old gravel pit with a meat pole in the back end and a good flat spot to park the trailer. we set up and got everything ready for the next morning smooth as silk. sometime in the middle of the night it started to rain very hard but no problem we were warm and dry. i woke up the next morning before daylight and had to use the "outdoor facilities". i stepped off the the first step and fell face first into about 2 feet of water. apparently a beaver had dammed the drainage ditch and it backed up right into the perfect spot.
we waited until it was daylight to figure out what to do and to add insult to injury 3 ducks landed and swam around under the awning.
a couple of days later we did manage to get a moose which changed the trip back to a good one. we hung it on a meat pole and planned to leave the next morning. when we got up we realised that half the moose was missing and there were huge grizzly tracks leading away from the camp. my father then explained that it was my half of the moose that was missing and if i wanted it i was free to try to get it back.
that was the last trip i made with my father as he has since passed away.

Answer 5

The worst camping trip I had is not when I got lost, injured, or in danger. The worst is when you have camp mates who are an pain in the *** to live with, selfish, and totally incompatible styles. So choose your camping friends carefully. This probably doesn't matter on leisure camping trips. But on multi-day/weeks/months expeditions that I have been on, sometimes you just feel like kicking the fella off the cliff or stuffing his mouth with grass. Haha!

Answer 6

The camping trip where my niece walked into a marshmallow spike that stabbed through her leg. It scared the s**t out of her and us. Way too much pain and screaming for a relaxing camp trip in the woods.

Answer 7

my worst experience was backpacking for the first time. it was 17 degrees out, and i lost feeling in my hands and feet first. about half an hour later, i couldn't feel below my knees or elbows. shortly after, my torso was super warm, but i couldn't feel anything else, or see for that matter. i was about 2 minutes from passing out from hypothermia before my friend walked up with a cup of hot cocoa. he saved my life. besides all that, it was a super fun time.

Answer 8

So there I was....New Mexico, 1999.

The crew of scouts I was taking out for the first three days of their ten day backpacking trek were a bunch of ill-prepared tools. In spite of having four scout leaders with them, these kids didn't listen to much I had to say. I thought a bunch of them were off of their Ritalin for the week. All but one of the adult leaders were just as bad as the kids. One guy "Jim" was a real idiot. He didn't take my advise about what to take and how to pack. My first day with them in base camp was horrorshow.

Hitting the trail wasn't much better. The second day on the trail we were breaking camp and had six miles to hike...not bad. "Jim" was already sick of the whole thing and was moaning about every little thing. He didn't care about putting his food up in a bear bag, didn't want to listen to anything about how to set-up camp, etc, etc. As we were getting ready to hit the trail "Jim" supposedly "threw out his back."

So I send the kids and the other leaders off down the trail to the next campsite. On the way they will pass a staffed camp with a radio where they can call in for a truck to get "Jim" out of the backcountry.

I sit with "Jim" for about an hour and he gives me the background about this whole crew of kids. One of them was busted for shoplifting a few months ago and the only way he was able to go on this trip was if his mom (one of the other leaders) was on the trek. Two other kids in their troop had died in the past year. One was a suicide and another in a car crash. Both were supposed to be on this trip. I soon began to realize why these kids were a train wreck.

So after about an hour of sitting around with "Jim" I went down the trail to have a cigarette and to clear my brain...that's when I ran into the very large blonde-haired black bear. Mr. Bear went about 350 lbs. He was rather large and thankfully was too busy eating grubs to pay much attention to me. But now I've got a guy who can't walk and bear 40 yards down the trail...so I'm just praying that the medic truck gets there soon and this bear doesn't decide to come back down our way. I head back to "Jim". The medic shows up about an hour later and thankfully I didn't see the bear again.

So, I start to hike back the way I was planning to. I go about 30 minutes and that's when the hail storm begins. So I'm on top of a semi-exposed ridge at 6000 feet and it is hailing, raining really freakin' hard and lightning is splitting trees 50 yards off the trail. I hunker down and wait out the storm near some large rocks...that's when I notice the rattlesnakes.

Two good size Western Diamondbacks are coiled up about 10 feet from where I am now standing. Hmmmm...snake bites or lightning stike. I decided the reptiles were the greater evil and moved away quickly. Not chancing an encounter with more snakes I hiked on. Soon the rain stopped and I made it to the radio camp.

The staff there informed me the kids were a bunch of idiots and were really rude to the staff. They almost didn't call for the medic truck because they were pissed at the kids.

About another hour later I made it up to where the kids were and gave them all a verbal beat down and then laid into the remaining leaders about not telling me about all of the baggage these kids had before we hit the trail.

While no one got killed or even seriously injured it was hands-down the worst time I ever had in the two years I worked as a backpacking guide. I dodn't think I followed up on them aside from warning every other camp they were heading to "to Watch Out for these guys." I just couldn't wait for day three whan i could leave and turn them loose on themselves.

Answer 9

the hypothetical worst camping trip:

location: the coast of GA. in a scrubby pine forest. near a swamp. near a beach. somewhat near a tourist bar.

camping spot: a somewhat dry place at the edge of the swamp, where squirrels, gators, raccoons, possums, and rats live

people: abusive alcoholic father, pill popping depressed mother looking for a "real man" to run off with. retarded little brother. teenage sister with assorted STDs and psychological problems. pyromaniac homicidal step cousin, and you, a somewhat normal kid waiting for the chance to run away.

equipment: cigarette lighter, 24 pack of beer, hot dogs, fishing rods, porno magazines, assorted prescription medications. spare batteries. make up. diapers. tent(from wal mart) assorted snack food. white bread. balogna.

arrival: after a car ride filled with death threats, wet diapers, piss stops, rap music, and littering the side of the road, our dysfunctional family arrives at the camp site, which is off the side of a muddy road which serves as an access route to "party point", the beach party location of captain bob's bar and seafood grill. teen sister refuses to leave the car, and sits in it with the engine on, AC on, windows up, radio blasting rap, and smoking. retarded kid strips off his clothes and runs down to the beach. pill popping mom follows. dad wanders up the dirt road to the bar. you find a plastic tarp and some clothes line in the back of the car, a beat up 1986 GM sedan. you try to find a dry spot farther back in the woods. cousin dissapears into the woods.

later: retarded kid's crying precedes him. he cut his foot on a broken beer bottle at the beach. mom is carrying him back and talking to a man. she puts kid in the car with sister. they walk up toward the bar. sister pulls out a bag of pot, rolls a doobie, and starts smoking.

nightfall: mom comes back, crying. with a black eye. curses at everyone and nobody about what a terrible mistake she made marrying that man. sister is stoned. retarded brother has a contact high. cousin comes back. he finds a dry spot and amuses himself by burning pine needles one at a time you stay out of the way.

later: dad comes back drunk. he kicks sister and retarded brother out of the car, stretches out in the back seat, and passes out. mom walks up the road to the bar. sister follows after a few minutes. retarded brother watches cousin make a small fire

midnight: you are awoken by cursing and yelling. dad is awake, mad, and looking for a kid to beat. cousin runs for his life, dropping the flaming branch he was playing with. dad has his belt in his hand. he walks around the campsite, crashes through some brush, and falls down. the branch cousin was playing with ignites some pine needles. dad tries to stomp them out, but just catches his pants leg on fire. you slowly inch toward the car. dad is on fire. you get into the car, start it by touching those 2 wires together because the key is broken, and you drive away.

Answer 10

Rain, rain, rain, rain, and then more rain!