Sick of Outdors?

Barney · 01-11-2012, 05:15 AM

Were there times when your trip was just prolonged to eternity and you found yourself craving insanely for a hot shower and warmer feet? I know I did.

Lorax · 01-11-2012, 05:51 AM

I find that to be part of the experience. By being out and adapting to the rhythms of nature and weather, adjusting your game plan and seeing what is out there even if it's the same place but different season, always makes it a great adventure. No two trips are the same with all the variables thrown in.

The hot shower? The burger and beer after the outing? That first hot shower and sleep in your familiar surroundings? That's the payoff. Without doing what we do, it would all just be the same old same old.

wvbreamfisherman · 01-11-2012, 07:39 AM

I can remember a couple of week-long deer camps, where I was heartily sick and tired of hunting and the people I was with, even though they were my best friends.

oldsarge · 01-11-2012, 09:57 AM

Only after some field exercises in the military.

carmen · 01-11-2012, 10:25 AM

The last time I went out hunting I felt like this, the weather was just not playing nice with me and that deer seemed to be no where in sight. Until of course he was and then I shot him.

ppine · 01-11-2012, 10:35 AM

There is no doubt that sometimes the contrast between being out there, and having creature comforts can be startling. My only problem is really fatigue. Sometimes I need to rest.

I remember some trips with vivid contrast. Like working for the NPS in 1974 in Yosemite. We went early to climb Half-Dome, came back to a steak dinner and a shower, and then another week in the field.

I ran a tree planting crew for a month once in No Arizona. We camped the whole time but really looked forward to a shower about twice a week at an RV park 10 miles away. On Fridays we went to the salad bar in Flagstaff, and chased girls at a western night club.

Two canoe trips, one in Utah and one in eastern Montana were really hot, as in 115 degrees hot. After a week, and no ice for 4days it was enough. Those are the only two times when I was really ready to head for town.

limbs · 01-11-2012, 10:43 AM

I can not get enough of the outdoors. I do appreciate having a nice, warm home to return to but, like others, I find it all to be a part of the experience.

Grandpa · 01-11-2012, 10:44 AM

Never really tired of it and wanting to go home but one time after 18 days of Mt House et al, with only one stop for a shower and restock, the sound of a roast beef sandwich was very strong. I convinced some hiking partners that since the cars were only 6 miles away, we could take a day hike down, drive to the nearest pop shop for a big old ice cream cone, and be back before the rest of the party knew we were gone. So we did. While we were gone, a big downpour hit, and the rest were hunkered in their tents while we sat in the van with the heater on and the radio playing eating sandwiches and drinking sodas. After that little break, I could have gone another week around those lakes.

Barney · 01-11-2012, 11:00 AM

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Originally Posted by Lorax

I find that to be part of the experience. By being out and adapting to the rhythms of nature and weather, adjusting your game plan and seeing what is out there even if it's the same place but different season, always makes it a great adventure. No two trips are the same with all the variables thrown in.

The hot shower? The burger and beer after the outing? That first hot shower and sleep in your familiar surroundings? That's the payoff. Without doing what we do, it would all just be the same old same old.

Well said! I was going for the exact same answer but you just nailed it! To deserve a reward you need to give yourself. Then the reward is that much sweeter!

Pathfinder1 · 01-11-2012, 01:40 PM

Hi...

I can think of only two (so far!) instances that I wished I was somewhere else besides out of doors.

One instance was when I was trapping. A ride was supposed to meet me at a certain place, at a certain time. Well, the ride showed up, but didn't wait long enough, and left just as I was coming out of the swamp.

I had to walk several miles in the dark and snow to get back.

The other time was when we were on a project in the middle of nowhere, and had to hastily build a bunkhouse for ourselves before work could begin. The bunkhouse was completed before dark, but no daylight was left to enable the tarpaper to be placed on the plywood roof.

Naturally, it rained that night. Those of us who slept in wet sleeping bags that night had much to say about how we wished we were somewhere else.