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So, as Mr Cash would say, “Walk on.”
It’s the same way with some economies.
Ain’t that the mutherfucking truth.
Campsite messes draw scavengers out of the woods. Discuss.
That smacks of rationalization.
As I learned in the Boy Scouts, you should always leave the campsite better than when you found it. You need to “police line” and pick up all the trash. Do it.
Sometimes it’s better to pitch your tent elsewhere rather than have folks thinking you’re the one that messed it all up.
I suspect that it’s the picking up of trash to which Mr. Savage may be referring.
Let’s just beat this damned metaphor to death, shall we?
If you’re not going to clean up a campsite that was a mess when you got there, then Don’t Camp There!
I’d love to see the letter that prompted this observation.
Campsite messes draw scavengers out of the woods. Discuss.
Campsite messes draw scavengers out of the woods. Discuss.
Campsite messes draw scavengers out of the woods. Discuss.
Campsite messes draw scavengers out of the woods. Discuss.
maybe the reason we have a low opinion of men who chase unripe tail is that they ought to know better than to let their grown-up, orderly lives get ransacked by some empty-headed twit with nothing to lose
Sometimes you don’t know the campsite is a mess until you get there. It can be a total National Lampoon Wally-World moment.
Some campsites are beyond repair.
Speaking of a different kind of campsite, Obama made sure to let everyone know that the campsite he wandered into was pretty much trashed to the hilt. We all hope he can return the campsite to some sort of order and right quick!
Truth. I use your camping metaphor for dating all the time.
@12 FTW. Grownups try to reduce net drama, not enhance it by fucking loose cannons. So to speak. And mixing my metaphors quite thoroughly.
That is true, of course, but it is no one’s obligation to leave a campsite “perfect”, if one finds it is a mess upon arrival. The point is to leave it “better than you found it”. That is always possible, even if you just pitch your tent gently, add nothing to the existing garbage, and carry away one piece of icky styrofoam.
Older people shouldn’t go to boy scout camps unless they are youth ministers in which case they will be held to standards by DS on the slog.
Even hopelessly messy campgrounds can be left better than when they are found.
@ 16-
An icky piece of styrofoam being a metaphor for what now?
If the campsite is a mess, you shouldn’t stick your dick in the fire. The best you can hope for is a burning sensation when you pee the next morning.
Is Dan doing some “camping”?
@ 21 FTW
What if you don’t make it to your campsite until after dark, so you pitch your tent and stay the night, then wake up the next morning to find that it’s an utter disaster area?
Stick around long enough to clean that shit up to a minimum level of decency, then move on.
Also, what if a bear wanders into the campsite? Or what if there are marmots nearby, and the marmots keep you awake all night? And what if it’s a really really beautiful hard-to-reach campsite, and you’re a graffiti artist and really want to leave your tag, to show you’ve been there? Or what if there’s a field of wildflowers right there… can you take just one as a souvenir?