Camping Traditions


by Monica Renda September 27, 2017

This past week as the weather turned cold and wet I found myself thinking back on how warm it had been this past summer and how I would trade anything to be sweaty again rather than freezing. This summer was a good one and one of the things that made it so great was camping. Camping is a huge past time in my family, you could maybe even call it a tradition.

Since moving to Provo, I have had the opportunity to go several times with friends and it is blast sharing camping traditions with each other. For my fiancé, David, the guitar is a must when camping.

According to my best friend, Lauren, you cannot go camping without at least 7 decks of cards.

And for my family, we tell stories. I LOVE camping stories. So, I am going to share some of our favorites with you.

Rindercella

Once upon a time in a coreign fountry, there lived a geautiful birl, and her name was Rindercella. Now Rindercella lived with her mugly other and two sad blisters. Also, in this same coreign fountry, there lived a very pransome hince, and this pransome hince was going to have a bancy fall, and he’d invited people for riles amound, especially the pich reople. Rindercella’s mugly other and her two sad blisters went to town to buy some drancy fesses for the bancy fall, but Rindercella couldn’t go ‘cause all she had to wear were some old rirty dags. Finally the night of the bancy fall arrived, and Rindercella couldn’t go, so she just cat down and sried. She was sitting there srying when all of the sudden there appeared before her, her gairy modfather, and he touched her with his wagic mand. and there appeared before her a kig boach and hix white sorses to take her to the bancy fall, and he said ­ “Rindercella, be sure and be home before midnight, or I’ll purn you into a tumpkin!” When Rindercella arrived at the bancy fall, this prandsome hince met her at the door because he had been watching all this time behind a hidden window. Rindercella and the prandsome hince nanced all dight. And they lell in fove. And all at once, the mid clock struck night. And Rindercella staced down the rairs, and just as she beached the rottom, she slopped her dripper! The next day, this pransome hince went all over this coreign fountry looking for the geautiful birl who had slopped her dripper. They finally came to Rindercella’s house, and he tried it on the mugly other, and it fidn’t dit. Then he tried it on the two sisty uglers, and it fidn’t dit, and then he tried it on Rindercella, and it fid dit. It was exactly the sight rize! And so they were married and lived heavenly after happily. Now the storal of the mory is: if you go to a bancy fall and you want a pransome hince to lall in fove with you ­­don’t forget to slop your dripper!

 

The Golden Screw

Once upon a time, there was a little boy born in a little town. He was perfect, or so his mother thought. But one thing was different about him. He had a gold screw in his belly button. Just the head of it peeping out.
“Now his mother was simply glad he had all his fingers and toes to count with. But as the boy grew up he realized not everyone had screws in their belly buttons, let alone gold ones. He asked his mother what it was for, but she didn’t know. Next he asked his father, but his father didn’t know. He asked his grandparents, but they didn’t know either.
“That settled it for a while, but it kept nagging him. Finally, when he was old enough, he packed a bag and set out, hoping he could find someone who knew the truth of it.
“He went from place to place, asking everyone who claimed to know something about anything. He asked midwives and doctors, but they couldn’t make heads or tails of it. The boy asked tinkers and old hermits living in the woods, but no one had ever seen anything like it.
“He went to ask the merchants, thinking if anyone would know about gold, it would be them. But the  merchants didn’t know. The boy followed the road over to ask the witch women, but none of them could give him an answer.
“Eventually he went to the Queen of England, the richest queen in the world. But the queen didn’t know. He went to the Emperor of China, but even with all his power, the emperor didn’t know. He went to each of the small kingdoms, one by one, but no one could tell him anything.
“Finally the made his way to the top of Everest to meet the monk who lived there, the wisest of all the men in the world. The monk looked closely at the head of the golden screw peeping from the boy’s belly button. Then he made a gesture, and a golden box appeared. The monk took a golden key from around his neck, opened the box, and inside was a golden screwdriver.
“The monk took the screwdriver and motioned the boy to come closer. Trembling with excitement, the boy did. Then the monk took the golden screwdriver and put it in the boy’s belly button. Then the
monk carefully turned the golden screw. Once: Nothing. Twice: Nothing. Then he turned it the third time, and the boy’s bottom fell off.”

The Girl with The Red Eyes

On his way home from work in a terrible rain storm, a man drove by a young woman and decided to stop and ask her if she needed a ride. Gratefully, the young woman accepted. She lived a few miles down the road and along the way the man decided that he rather liked this girl. However, he was too shy to ask her on a date. He dropped the girl off at home. A few days later, he worked up the courage to ask her. He drove back and knocked on her door. He heard someone move but no one answered. He knocked again. Again, nothing. Curious, he peeked through the peephole.

“That’s odd,” he said as he pulled away. “All I can see is red.”

Giving up, the man stopped for some gas on the way home. The tender asked what brought him to that part of town and the man mentioned dropping by the house.

“Not the one just up the road there?” The tender asked. “No one lives there.”

“What do you mean?” asked the man.

“Well, back in the day there was a family there that died from Scarlett fever. They say that the ghost of the oldest daughter is still there. They say she has red eyes.”

 

Whatever your traditions are camping is a great way to bring the family together. Create new traditions with a Campfire Industries Wolf'em Stick, a great way to make memories and delicious treats on your next family camping trip.

 

What are some of your camping traditions? Comment below!




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