I took everything I could put into a little camping suitcase.

The house where my mom lived . . . is just splinters.

I was crying the day I heard about Rita. I thought, surely it's going to hit New Orleans again.

It was kind of like camping near a landfill. Everywhere outside of our base of operations was destroyed and everyone was fending for themselves.

The ultimate camping trip was the Lewis and Clark expedition.

Camping is nature's way of promoting the motel business.