by Charlene
(Elkhart, IN, USA)
My father and I went camping several years ago in a forest area outside of Albion, Indiana. We took only very few items with us. While on this camping trip, we survived on natural resources such as the local food supply and plant life.
by Bob Crawford
(Ontario, OH, USA)
I remember a campground I used to stay at on the Savannah Highway outside North Charleston, SC. It was a beautiful campground with all these majestic live oaks with beards of green gray Spanish moss.
I was tent camping one night when I came upright to the sensation of someone stabbing a white-hot ice pick into my right eyeball. I rubbed at my eyelid and felt a bit of crud and then another lance of pain. I was still groggy from sleep, but I rubbed more furiously at my eyelid and felt a small insect body disintegrate under my friction.
I finally realized that a fire ant had strayed into my tent and stung me twice. It hurt, but being manly I toughed it out. In the morning I awoke and realized something was seriously amiss. I couldn’t focus my eyes and my depth perception was shot.
I seemed to stagger a bit and trip over ant lion pits. It wasn’t till I got to the restroom that I realized I didn’t have brain damage, only some swelling on my left eyelid which caused it to droop over the pupil.
I bought a trailer right after that.
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