Camping Stories Funny Novels & Stories

I just hoped she never change in the future. It was a weekend when the family decided to go camping. We hiked up a steep part of the mountain and set up our tents. The view from there was amazing. I had fun skipping stones in a creek and even rode a canoe across a lake. Dad said the view from the other side was even more spectacular and that's where we should set up our tent. Camping for the first time was fun, I never thought that I will really enjoy it.

Mom needed me, even if she couldn't show it. Squeezing her hand tighter, I decided on a different approach. "Remember that time we went camping?" I began, a gentle smile playing on my lips. I launched into the story of our disastrous camping trip, the leaking tent, the swarm of mosquitoes, and the hilarious moment a raccoon stole our bag of marshmallows. As I spoke, a flicker of something crossed my mom's face. Was it a ghost of a smile? Hope flared, a fragile flame in the darkness. I continued, weaving more stories, each one a thread connecting me to her, willing her back to the surface.

I laugh. Soon my laugh fades and I sit quietly for the remainder of the ride. After church Malika, Blake, and I go out to eat. I enter and greet the bartender Phillip. He says hello but he's engrossed with this news story. Deep Woods campsite had two gruesome murders last night. A father and son camping by the lake were dragged from their RV and mauled. "Oh my God! We were there last night!" I gasp. Phillip turns facing me saying, "That's crazy! There are no bears or lions in Deep Woods! What in God's name could've done that?"

Why is everything green? “Stop sulking, Amara. It’s camping, not a punishment. Trust me—it’ll be fun, okay?” Xavier’s voice was calm, soft. But he didn’t even look at her. She took the chance to roll her eyes at him. “Easy for you to say. You and your friends like this stuff. Camping, hiking… Me? The only camping I’ve ever done was—” She stopped herself. Almost brought up that one trip in Arizona with her high school friends.

Olivia, on the other hand, had ventured off to make friends of her own. Due to his heroic actions earlier in the day, the other campers were exceptionally nice to Alexander. Elsewhere, children entertained themselves with stories and playful antics, their imaginations running wild. "Have you heard? There's a water monster in Big Goose Lake that eats people," one child exclaimed, pointing at the tranquil waters. "Quit your bragging. I've seen Ultraman!" another child retorted skeptically. "Really? Let's go check it out!" "Let's go. I'm not scared!"

We started setting up tents and sleeping bags. A little after dark, we began roasting smores, laughing and telling stories. "Okay, I got a good one, the story of the swamp boogey monster." Trent said. "Heard it, it's not scary" Kayla dismissed. "I assure you its a certified scare alright" Trent bragged.

“Don’t worry, we’re just about to put on your greatest hits reel.” Lola gasped. “You wouldn’t.” “Try me,” Emily teased, and the two started giggling like children again. The next hour passed in that golden blur of laughter and stories. Sienna shared the story of the family’s disastrous camping trip, John chimed in with corrections, and Lola added snarky commentary.

"Remember when we were kids? That time we went camping?" "Brook Lane Camp?" I asked, trying to recollect the memory of the careless camp we once attended. Our school paid quality money for us students to have a good time and learn important lessons. But the foolish camp almost got me, Pam, and three other guys killed. "Yes, that one. Remember how they accidentally sent us hunting for a bear? How we ran into the bear—"

For the most part he had been. “I know he’s glad your here.” I told her… We’d been having a great night. We were at a National park camping area and there were a couple of campers and tents around.. but nobody was near us so it was still like we were alone. Still .. Emery jumped every time she heard a noise. We were about to tell ghost stories around the fire .. but then we heard the last thing we wanted to, and the last thing we’d expected. “Well well well what do we have here??” One of the football guys said.

Roasting weenies and stupid campfire stories and sleeping under the stars. The night was rough though. Mom and Dad had their own tent, while August and I each got our own individual tents once we reached a certain age. It gave everyone privacy and, frankly, gave Mom and Dad a chance to fool around. They were normally pretty, uh, horny, but something about camping made them like newlyweds. God its weird to write that. Even now. August and I typically just rolled our eyes and made sure to bring noise-cancelling headphones. We had talked about it before, and we were both oddly ok with it. We had a lot of friends with divorced or separated parents. Ours never seemed to have those problems. If ca