Anna,
Somehow I knew the answer to that.
We camped out early in our relationship where all the guys had to cook because it was with charcoal.
Now he does the grilling because all our grills have had some quirk. None induced by me I should add.

Shannon,
Lost recipes are so sad.

Woofie,
Laughing! That's me and salmon. I need to cook with windows open!

I never was much of a camper but when we lived in CA, we used to pack picnic lunches and head for the mountains quite often. http://www.lassenrecreation.co...

My mother was a fabulous cook who learned from her mother. I didn't inherit the cooking gene. I can hold my own in the kitchen but I don't enjoy it like they did. My mother never passed a grocery store but what she had to stop and buy a few things.

Sally, "camp-out cooking" isn't nearly as bad as it sounds...................the RV has a 3 burner gas stove and an oven. Granted, you can barely get a 9x13 pan in the oven, but it works fine when I have used it. A full size microwave.............a 10 cu. ft. fridge/freezer..............a king sized bed with a mattress that makes you think you are sleeping on a cloud........ya, I'm really "roughing it" in that 44 ft. 5th wheel.

We went camping with friends a few times over the years and I HATED it.........sleeping on the ground.........hard ground, that is. Cooking, or attempting it, over a wood fire..........pfffttt...............the only thing that didn't bother me was peeing behind a tree. BTDT in the cornfield so many times when making hay or during corn harvest............that was almost "normal".

I had always said that MY version of camping was the Holiday Inn Express....................

Carole,
What a neat place! Who wouldn't want to see Devistated Area or Bumpass Hell? Put me in Devil's Kitchen.

Anna,
Laughing. Our camp out was also an uncomfortable tent and sleeping bags on the ground. Add beer and it's a wonder anyone cooked. But, bring enough bacon and eggs and someone will.
By the way, an RV is the ONLY way I would ever camp now, but I just don't camp.

The first time I experienced camping (in a tent) was the evening before climbing Mount Washington in New Hampshire. I was sleeping in exactly the right place... ...it rained during the night, the tent leaked on top of me and I almost died from hypothermia. Thank goodness that one of our party was experienced enough to do all the right things so I am alive to tell the tale.

After that experience I learned to be more careful and was able to camp all the way from Georgia to Tucson, Arizona on a ten day trip; the following year camped all the way to Holland, Michigan. Camping (in a tent) may not be everyone's cup of tea but I enjoy the solitude and I really like cold baked beans eaten straight from the can.

Nice way to camp @AnnaZ Last time I went camping was in a tent on the ground In the middle
of the night a couple of raccoons decided to have a little squabble Right Behind OUR TENT LAST TIME Camping on the ground LOL Hoping one day to have a small tag along

Yea,the going outside You get accustomed to when you have a horse and like four hour trail rides

Hi, all.

It's been grey, mid-70 degrees F and relative humidity in the mid-70%s all day, no breeze to speak of. We had rain on quite a few occasions during the day, with an occasional sunny period here and there.

Dad mentioned that there were a few apples in the fruit and vegetable bins in the fridge that were getting on the tired side. No problema. I whipped up a batch of pastry and made an apple pie. We had it after dinner and it was mighty good. I like mine with a nice piece of sharp cheddar. Dad had ice cream with his and Gail just enjoyed hers plain. She's lactose intolerant, so no cheese or ice cream for her.

Gail played with Lucy last night while I was doing a bit of housecleaning in her vivarium. A happy snake starts with a clean environment. Snakes are extremely clean animals and very low maintenance. When I was done sprucing up the place, I recovered Lucy and sat with my snake for a bit. She wrapped herself 2 or 3 times around my arm; not squeezing or causing pain, just holding on and no more. She stayed like that for over 30 minutes, then she slithered inside my T-shirt through the neck hole. She exited through my right sleeve. She had warmed up inside my T-shirt, so now we had Lucy the explorer who wanted to climb my reading lamp, explore my recliner's side table, climb on top of the lampshade on the lamp, just making a little pest of herself. So, I took her back home and fed her. And this morning, the rodent was gone. Lucy has eaten. What a good snake!

I need passport photos to renew my Canadian passport. I went to Costco and explained the Canadian requirements for a passport photo. The girl behind the counter looked at me like I had just stepped off the mothership from planet Xzhétarr. Finally, she reluctantly admitted that she couldn't meet those standards. I'll set up the shot, dad will snap the picture, I will size the image to fit the standards and send the file to Costco for printing. I have no choice but to renew my passport before my cruise.

I have done camping before. That and duck hunting are listed under "Miserable pursuits" in my big book of Life. Sleep on the ground, mosquitoes the size of Cessnas, hard ground, no comfort, lousy food, long walks to get there, no room service, everything that should be dry turns out damp. Everything damp turns wet, et caetera. Skinny dipping in a freezing lake infested with leeches, YEECCCHHH! Miserable pursuit, I tell you. Duck hunting is even worse: awake a couple hours before sunrise, take the boat to the hunting site, it's dark, it's damp, it's cold, dew forms on everything, you're dressed in layers like an onion, and the darn ducks see you 2 miles before they fly overhead, so the only ones you have a slight chance of shooting down are idiots who don't think you can shoot straight enough to take them down. Bad news, ducks. You come close enough and I'll get ya 'cause I can shoot. And then, you have to get your waders on and go find the blasted birds. Been there, done that, didn't like it one bit.

Which is worse between camping and duck hunting? The jury is still out on that for me. At any rate, give me a BIG cruise ship, a buffet that stretches across 2 time zones, a cigar bar, and I'm a happy sailor. With a bit of luck, we'll have to abandon ship in a life boat and sing the Titanic's song while awaiting rescue. I'd SO love that: a chance to wail "We're all gonna die", get into a floor-length gold lamé cocktail dress and yell "Women and children first", look into the water and declare "I'm too pretty to be eaten by sharks", or "We're gonna need a bigger boat", etc. Wouldn't sinking with me be fun? It would give my lifeboat mates something to talk about for years to come, I tell you. I'd like it, too.

Take care, everyone.
Sylvain.

I would love to see you in a floor length gold lame' dress!

That might be worth risking it all! LOL!

Well, Sylvain, if all of you in the lifeboat are sinking, nobody's gonna do much telling about how much fun it was with you goin' down!!!!!!!!!!!

Sally, lest you think I'm jesting about our spacious camping accomodations............here it is. LOL We were told it's not "camping"..........it's "glamping".

I love the one of the SU and our grandson, Austin. It looks like "the guys" are solving the world's problems as they lounge out on the deck.

Greene,
That would have put me off tenting for the rest of my life!
I like solitude and cold beans from a can too.

Shannon,
That would also have put me off tenting!

Sylvain,
Yayyy! Good girl Lucy! Does she ever try to leave the recliner to explore farther?
That is a lot of work to get a passport photo. Seriously, they will put one together with your supplied photo but have no camera themselves?
I have gone rabbit hunting with Dad but I never desired to go duck hunting. My Dad's grandpa could bring down two ducks with one shot.
ROTFL!!! If I were to sink, I'd love to have a Polar Bear for fun!

Anna,
Oooooh, no raccoon is gonna get me in your camper! Now THAT'S living!!
I think that's the best camper I've ever seen with the deck. Both my neighbor's had big ones. One was so long he had the back up camera. We preferred to stay home and watch the neighborhood since we were the only ones on the block who stayed home. Talk about solitude.

This one is 44 feet long. He wishes he had a camera on the back for the simple reason of being able to see what's behind him on the "several lanes" hiways while traveling.

Hi Sylvain,

I wanted to tell you thanks again for the information about the Irulu pad and to let you know my DH loves it! I purchased 2 because they were so inexpensive and set one up for myself, left the other in the box. DH soon commandeered mine and then wanted to order one for himself, to set up to his likes, and so I gave him the other one. They are so easy to carry with us instead of a laptop and if one breaks, no weeping and gnashing of the teeth because it was so expensive, like an IPad. We love the keyboard feature, instead of the touchscreen, and very seldom use the screen.

In any case what brought this to mind is that Irulu is having a flash sale tomorrow; the prices are not as cheap as the pads I purchased but still much less than an IPad or laptop: http://www.irulu.com/activity/...
Just in case anyone needs a present for someone who might like one of these, they are good for reading and playing computer games, as long as you aren't into the heavier games that require speed and lots of memory

Hi, everyone.

Today started out pretty nice, weatherwise: sunshine, pleasant breeze, nice temperature. But it is slowly changing. The winds are increasing, it clouded over and the weatherman is predicting a weather alert day. There could even be tornadoes mixed among the strong storms they are predicting. We'll see about all that.

Anna, I had seen pictures of the mansion on wheels before. It is an awesome sight. Traveling in it must be nice, too. No sleeping on the hard ground with a rock for a pillow in that vehicle; grand style indeed. I am not really an RV guy, but this one... I could live with and in that.

Gail is playing with Lucy, but Lucy is too rambunctious for what Gail was expecting, so I'll have to go separate them. I may take Lucy outside for a breath of fresh air before the rough weather starts. Lucy likes the fresh air and the various smells she doesn't get to experience in the house: Mrs. Frye is lighting her BBQ again, they're cutting the grass on the next street, that sheet of Bounce in Joe's dryer stinks, must be high tide because the wind is blowing from the sea today. It's amazing what goes on in that cocktail peanut-sized brain of Lucy's. But she does enjoy smelling the breeze. It doesn't take much to make Lucy happy. Gotta love Lucy.

Depending on the weather later on, I may take my passport picture file to Costco for printing. Who knew getting passport pictures could turn into such an ordeal? It's always the little things that will trip you. And they usually do, too.

I have no idea what to fix for dinner tonight. Maybe inspiration will hit me during the afternoon. There may be pasta in our future. I'm thinking baked ziti for Gail and dad. I'll have spaghetti squash because all those carbs are not good for me. I fix it nicely with the marinara sauce and finish it in the oven while the ziti are baking. Should be nice. Who knows, maybe Gail or dad will tell me they'd really like (insert favorite recipe here). Yeah, and maybe the aliens won't wreck our roof when they land on the house with their spaceship.

Take care, everyone.
Sylvain.

Anna,
44' long. I'm just sitting here trying to imagine how it looks inside. Roomy no doubt! I can't believe they never installed a camera.

I know most that frequent this thread have probably seen these pix, but since you haven't, Sally...........here ya go.

Ok That I would LOVE to go camping in

Our Granddaughter has placed the loft in eternal dibs for HER sleeping area! LOL She loves it up there, it's just like a little nest for her up there.

This pic is so funny...............our DS#1, his GF, and the 2 grands (the grands are DS#2's kids, they wanted to come with us that day).......anyway, they were sitting in the RV the day we went and signed all the papers. They just made themselves at home in there, and Melisa had brought some snacks for the kids. DS said that some people went in and walked through it and looked at them rather strange. Brett told them "my parents are buying this RV". I thought that was so funny.

Nothing like staking a claim to ward off other potential buyers!