Copyright–Rochelle Wisoff-Fields


Here we are once again gathered around the virtual campfire, ready to share our original stories and prove our creativity. This group is the Friday Fictioneers. Our challenge is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to include a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt supplied for the week. The gracious and talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, is the hostess of this gathering. The prompt this week was also supplied by her. Thanks Rochelle. The link to Friday Fictioneers is as follows:

Genre: ย Nonfiction Humor

Word Count: ย 100 Words


Our son loved Boy Scouts. In his freshman year of high school, he decided to go winter camping at the scout camp nearest us.

It was Christmas holidays, but instead of snow, we had rain in North Carolina–lots of rain. The boys could spend the day inside, but had to camp out at night in their tents.

When we drove to get him and bring him home, everything he had was soaked. Water leaked inside the tent.

“Mom,” he said, “I was reading when I fell asleep. When I woke up, my paperback was floating beside the sleeping bag.”


37 thoughts on “FOR THE LOVE OF CAMPING

  1. Dear Susan, A wonderful memory and you’re still talking about it! That’s awesome! My boys had to go on so many overnights. Once the tent had (and I am not exaggerating at all) had at least 500 Daddy Long Legs on the inside of the tent – it was unbelievable. They don’t sting you but just the thought of them crawling all over me at night was enough to keep us wide awake! Good story and I wish the best to you and your son- good memory! Nan ๐Ÿ™‚


  2. What a beautiful slice of life. I can’t recall many camping trips where it did NOT rain. On one trip to the Mulberry River, the guy next to us set his tent up in a low spot. It came a downpour and the water was 8 inches deep in his tent. Our’s was on high ground and everything stayed dry.


  3. What a great story — sad but at least it ended well – presumably with warn clothes and something satisfying to eat. Reminds me of when I was in CEGEP (US equivalent College) and one of my chosen Phys. Ed. courses was bicycle/camping. Our final outing, counting for the bulk of the grade, had us cycling and extra 30 kilometers for the day (and it was an absurdly long outing to begin with – took an extra 3 hours instead of the 6) and then, overnight, weather forecasts be damned, we awoke to pouring rain —- not only achingly sore, exhausted and cold – but then, despite no leaky tents – drenched. Thankfully – the teacher deemed it completely unsafe for us to be cycling back in that miserable late Fall weather – and there were no complaints at all. My butt still aches at the memory of it!

    Great read and response to the prompt!


  4. Thanks for taking me back to my own soggy camping days… I remember when I was 10 we hurriedly built a little island of all our gear in the centre, around the pole, with our towels laid down to form a barricade, as the waves rolled in… ๐Ÿ™‚


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