You can give in detail if you want. l do not mind cause camping is a heck of a bug zone to me1

The camping trip where my niece walked into a marshmallow spike that stabbed through her leg. It scared the s**t out of her and us. Way too much pain and screaming for a relaxing camp trip in the woods.

One time l was camping with my family and our friends, and our campsite went downhill. We had this really bad rainstorm & the wole camp was flooded. we had to hang huge tarps everywhere! the tend l was sharing was at the bottom of the hill too. It was really bad. On the flipside of that my brother had a birthday then and we got him a cake. Now that was fun!

We went fishing down at Rock Port Texas & l was already starting to develop a cold, our friend had a deep draft boat & at Rock Port u really need a Bay boat with a shallow draft. First off my nephew fell off the boat while waving at some fellow boater. He was standing on the bow waiving when the wake from the other boat hit our boat he fell into the water & he cut up his hand on the oyster shell.

Next my brother in law got a puncture wound from a hard head that went through his hand & out the other side.

Then we got stuck on a sand bar about a mile & a half off shore, about that time we got passed by a 30 minute thunderstorm. l caught Pneumonia & was in the emergency room with a 104 fever.

That was the worst trip ever, l can not think of anything that came good of that trip.

Rain, rain, rain, rain, and then more rain!

the worst one ever for me was a moose hunting trip l took with my father. he had been to the area before & had the perfect camping spot. an old gravel pit with a meat pole in the back end & a good flat spot to park the trailer. we set up & got everything ready for the next morning smooth as silk. sometime in the middle of the night it started to rain very hard but no problem we were warm & dry. l woke up the next morning before daylight & had to use the ''outdoor facilities''. l stepped off the the first step & fell face first into about 2 feet of water. apparently a beaver had dammed the drainage ditch & it backed up right into the perfect spot.
we waited until it was daylight to figure out what to do & to add insult to injury 3 ducks landed & swam around under the awning.
a couple of days later we did manage to get a moose which changed the trip back to a good one. we hung it on a meat pole & planned to leave the next morning. when we got up we realised that half the moose was missing & there were huge grizzly tracks leading away from the camp. my father then explained that it was my half of the moose that was missing & if l wanted it l was free to try to get it back.
that was the last trip l made with my father as he has since passed away.

So there l was..New Mexico, 1999.

The crew of scouts l was taking out for the first three days of their ten day backpacking trek were a bunch of ill-prepared tools. In spite of having four scout leaders with them, these kids did not listen to much l had to say. l thought a bunch of them were off of their Ritalin for the week. All but one of the adult leaders were just as bad as the kids. One guy ''Jim'' was a real idiot. He did not take my advise about what to take & how to pack. My first day with them in base camp was horrorshow.

Hitting the trail was not much better. The second day on the trail we were breaking camp & had six miles to hike.not bad. ''Jim'' was already sick of the whole thing & was moaning about every little thing. He did not care about putting his food up in a bear bag, did not want to listen to anything about how to set-up camp, etc, etc. As we were getting ready to hit the trail ''Jim'' supposedly ''threw out his back.''

So l send the kids & the other leaders off down the trail to the next campsite. On the way they will pass a staffed camp with a radio where they can call in for a truck to get ''Jim'' out of the backcountry.

l sit with ''Jim'' for about an hour & he gives me the background about this whole crew of kids. One of them was busted for shoplifting a few months ago & the only way he was able to go on this trip was if his mom (one of the other leaders) was on the trek. Two other kids in their troop had died in the past year. One was a suicide & another in a car crash. Both were supposed to be on this trip. l soon began to realize why these kids were a train wreck.

So after about an hour of sitting around with ''Jim'' l went down the trail to have a cigarette & to clear my brain.that is when l ran into the very large blonde-haired black bear. Mr. Bear went about 350 lbs. He was rather large & thankfully was too busy eating grubs to pay much attention to me. But now I've got a guy who can not walk & bear 40 yards down the trail.so l am just praying that the medic truck gets there soon & this bear does not decide to come back down our way. l head back to ''Jim''. The medic shows up about an hour later & thankfully l did not see the bear again.

So, l start to hike back the way l was planning to. l go about 30 minutes & that is when the hail storm begins. So l am on top of a semi-exposed ridge at 6000 feet & it is hailing, raining really freakin' hard & lightning is splitting trees 50 yards off the trail. l hunker down & wait out the storm near some large rocks.that is when l notice the rattlesnakes.

Two good size Western Diamondbacks r coiled up about 10 feet from where l am now standing. Hmmmm.snake bites or lightning stike. l decided the reptiles were the greater evil & moved away quickly. Not chancing an encounter with more snakes l hiked on. Soon the rain stopped & l made it to the radio camp.

The staff there informed me the kids were a bunch of idiots & were really rude to the staff. They almost did not call for the medic truck because they were pissed at the kids.

About another hour later l made it up to where the kids were & gave them all a verbal beat down & then laid into the remaining leaders about not telling me about all of the baggage these kids had before we hit the trail.

While no one got killed or even seriously injured it was hands-down the worst time l ever had in the two years l worked as a backpacking guide. l dod not think l followed up on them aside from warning every other camp they were heading to ''to Watch Out for these guys.'' l just could not wait for day three whan l could leave & turn them loose on themselves.

my worst experience was backpacking for the first time. it was 17 degrees out, and l lost feeling in my hands and feet first. about half an hour later, l could not feel below my knees or elbows. shortly after, my torso was super warm, but l could not feel anything else, or see for that matter. l was about 2 minutes from passing out from hypothermia before my friend walked up with a cup of hot cocoa. he saved my life. besides all that, it was a super fun time.

It would have to be when my kids were 2 & 7. We had a tiny car filled to the brim with camping equipment. When we got to the campground it started pouring & my husband insisted on going ahead with setting up the tent.
It was not pretty.
Finally, the rain stopped, the tent was set-up, & we decided to go fishing. We took the kids down to the lake & baited the hooks with worms. After a half an hour or so of nothing but shriveled worms on the ends of our hooks we asked one of the rangers about the fish. ''Oh, we had to drain the lake earlier & have not restocked it yet.'' Oh.
Back to the campsite for dinner. My job. 1 hour to get damp wood to finally start burning,
burnt black hot dogs & charbroiled marshmellows-lovely.
But, wait. Then there was the time when my daughter started throwing up all over everyone at 3:00 am, & screeched all the way to the showers where l stripped us both & tried to wash off-all the while wondering when the police were going to arrive to investigate the screaming baby being tortured in the campground bathroom.
No, l think it was the trip when l could not sleep all night, went to take an early morning shower & came back to find a very awake husband, son and, again, screaming baby. Did l mention the fifty or so irate campers disgruntled at the early morning wake-up call? It seems that my leaving the tent woke up the baby who proceeded to howl at the top of her lungs.
Amazing, we did not get thrown out of any campgrounds, but we did not make any lifelong camping buddy friends, either.

the hypothetical worst camping trip:

location: the coast of GA. in a scrubby pine forest. near a swamp. near a beach. somewhat near a tourist bar.

camping spot: a somewhat dry place at the edge of the swamp, where squirrels, gators, raccoons, possums, & rats live

people: abusive alcoholic father, pill popping depressed mother looking for a ''real man'' to run off with. retarded little brother. teenage sister with assorted STDs & psychological problems. pyromaniac homicidal step cousin, & you, a somewhat normal kid waiting for the chance to run away.

equipment: cigarette lighter, 24 pack of beer, hot dogs, fishing rods, porno magazines, assorted prescription medications. spare batteries. make up. diapers. tent(from wal mart) assorted snack food. white bread. balogna.

arrival: after a car ride filled with death threats, wet diapers, piss stops, rap music, & littering the side of the road, our dysfunctional family arrives at the camp site, which is off the side of a muddy road which serves as an access route to ''party point the beach party location of captain bob is bar & seafood grill. teen sister refuses to leave the car, & sits in it with the engine on, AC on, windows up, radio blasting rap, & smoking. retarded kid strips off his clothes & runs down to the beach. pill popping mom follows. dad wanders up the dirt road to the bar. u find a plastic tarp & some clothes line in the back of the car, a beat up 1986 GM sedan. u try to find a dry spot farther back in the woods. cousin dissapears into the woods.

later: retarded kid is crying precedes him. he cut his foot on a broken beer bottle at the beach. mom is carrying him back & talking to a man. she puts kid in the car with sister. they walk up toward the bar. sister pulls out a bag of pot, rolls a doobie, & starts smoking.

nightfall: mom comes back, crying. with a black eye. curses at everyone & nobody about what a terrible mistake she made marrying that man. sister is stoned. retarded brother has a contact high. cousin comes back. he finds a dry spot & amuses himself by burning pine needles one at a time u stay out of the way.

later: dad comes back drunk. he kicks sister & retarded brother out of the car, stretches out in the back seat, & passes out. mom walks up the road to the bar. sister follows after a few minutes. retarded brother watches cousin make a small fire

midnight: u r awoken by cursing & yelling. dad is awake, mad, & looking for a kid to beat. cousin runs for his life, dropping the flaming branch he was playing with. dad has his belt in his hand. he walks around the campsite, crashes through some brush, & falls down. the branch cousin was playing with ignites some pine needles. dad tries to stomp them out, but just catches his pants leg on fire. u slowly inch toward the car. dad is on fire. u get into the car, start it by touching those 2 wires together because the key is broken, & u drive away.

The worst camping trip l had is not when l got lost, injured, or in danger. The worst is when you have camp mates who are an pain in the ass to live with, selfish, and totally incompatible styles. So choose your camping friends carefully. This probably does not matter on leisure camping trips. But on multi-day/weeks/months expeditions that l have been on, sometimes you just feel like kicking the fella off the cliff or stuffing his mouth with grass. Haha!