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“Just remember: Camping is supposed to be fun. Camp the way you want to camp.”

I always have fun camping...until it's time to sleep! Then it's the answering nature calls 6-7 times till about 3 or 4am and wondering just how aggressive a pack of hungry coyotes could actually get, all the while the restless leg syndrome doing its thing.

But the fire leading up to the sleeplessness, swaying with the breeze in the hammock, star gazing and letting your thoughts go where they may...and then catching a few hours of shuteye till the first rays of light begin to stretch across the sky, followed by steaming coffee and watching the morning unfold before your eyes...and the anticipation of getting the bike loaded up and heading out..glorious!

But of late...take the kitchen sink and the sofa, load it into the pickup, sleep better and use the spot as a radius from which to do day rides.

Pdedse, what about sprinklers under your hammock?

Motorcycle camping is definitely “roughing it”. I haven’t done that since the late 1970’s in Wisconsin.
Now at my age, “roughing it” means staying in old motel with a black and white TV.

(01-13-2026, 01:28 PM)Gone in 60 Wrote: [ -> ]Pdedse, what about sprinklers under your hammock?

I didn't know my reflexes were so quick.  When the sprinklers went off, by the time I heard the 4th tchuka-tchuka-tchuka-tchuka, I had already exited the hammock and was nearly out of range.  

One moment it was this


And the next, this


But by 8am the next morning, all was good

(01-13-2026, 12:43 PM)pdedse Wrote: [ -> ]I always have fun camping...until it's time to sleep!  Then it's the answering nature calls 6-7 times till about 3 or 4am and wondering just how aggressive a pack of hungry coyotes could actually get, all the while the restless leg syndrome doing its thing.   

But the fire leading up to the sleeplessness, swaying with the breeze in the hammock, star gazing and letting your thoughts go where they may...and then catching a few hours of shuteye till the first rays of light begin to stretch across the sky, followed by steaming coffee and watching the morning unfold before your eyes...and the anticipation of getting the bike loaded up and heading out..glorious!

But of late...take the kitchen sink and the sofa, load it into the pickup, sleep better and use the spot as a radius from which to do day rides.

32 oz. Gatorade bottle. Thank me later. Also sorry to hear RLS has claimed another victim. If I don't take my Pramipexole by 17:30, I'm in for a miserable night.

As for the rest, I hope to be able to try my hammock out again and experience that kind of bliss. My one outing with it to date didn't fare too well with the wind and undersized trees. 

There's nothing quite like this for relaxation.

RLS affects me, but usually only when sitting up. Long haul flights are agony.

Sorry, but for me, moto camping means I packed a change of clothes to take to Mom's for the night. I sleep in the back bedroom, which is very cold this time of year. I'd say that's roughing it, but she turns down the bed and leaves the reading lamp on for me, and puts my coffee cup out the next morning.

That's glamping, mate.