Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson for July 15, 2019

Calvin can always throw his Dad’s camera in the lake again !

Another thing where Dad says “It builds character.”

I wonder which camping arc this’ll be.

oh boy !

As long as he doesn’t try to move the car again!!!

Someone else have problems reading today strips like PBS ,Clay Jones , Prickly City and others ?

Tell Dad the polls will look favorably on him if we go camping on the beach in Hawaii.

That which does not kill us only makes us stronger.

hey!!! heres a great idea send calvin to summer camp!! with a brat like this Id say this woud be aREAL vacation!!!

I never understand peoples attitude about camping. When I was a kid; we went camping every summer. Sometimes twice and were always sad when we had to go home. I wish I were camping up in the mountains right now.

It’ll be better if Dad could choose a week where the weather is not crappy.

Schadenfreude. Dad suffers at work all year and now it is his turn to make people suffer.

I never could see the point in camping until I became a homeless itinerant, by choice. Slept on the ground until I was attacked by a 1/2 inch caterpillar.

We grew up very poor. Dad took us on camping vacations every summer. My mom could bake a cake on a campfire. Best memories ever. Then I took my kids camping. They complained about everything. My grand kids think that everyone vacations at Disneyworld. Now I am retired and Hubby and I camp without them.

Misery loves company. Alas, company seldom likes misery.

Turnabout is fairplay, after all.

Thank goodness everyone in my family preferred sleeping in real beds while on vacation.

My parents (and we children with them) took the same trip every year from when I was 2 until I graduated from college. We called it “vacation”. Can’t say that I ever begrudged them that. After all, we had the whole summer to play with our friends. After that they did the same trip at the same time every year until they were physically unable to do it. My parents are long dead, and the parents of the family we did it with (a high school pal of my Dad’s) are now in their mid-nineties. I still remember back to those very early days with pleasure.

My parents’ idea of vacation was to get in the car, drive like mad to a relative’s house, sit in their living room for a week, then drive like mad home. It was pretty fun when I was younger and we’d take the train to Tulsa.

I dunno…seems like just the sort of vacation an ‘outdoor-adventurer’ kind of kid like Calvin would enjoy…plus, tigers hunt in the wild.

Thank heavens Hobbes isn’t getting left behind this time.

Hey Calvin, remember the first time you went camping, how excited you were…?

I’m with Calvin on this one. Maybe it’s because I live alone, but a vacation for me is one where I don’t have to do all the things I do at home, like my own cooking, cleaning, etc.

next year just send Calvin to a two week camp by himself. comfort for all

Look at it as practice for when you get drafted.

Hey, kid, this is Uncle Tom down in my cabin, pull my finger.

Yep, welcome to the car a doom.

Just throw the camera into the lake again

Or burn his bag in the fire

Last time I camped, my wife and I slept in a doubled sleeping bag on the hood of her 73 Mustang fastback. Cleaned up in the creek ( 55*) Dined on Spam and baked beans. Great 3 days. Prefer at least a Motel 6, now. Too old for that cr…..

my dads idea of a holiday was a weekend away at his brothers in St. Catherine’s and he would drink there rather than home. they had no kids so we just sat around. Fun. Wow.

I always hated going camping. Until we got there, then it was a lot of fun. But:

1: I had several sibs in my age range to play with and sometimes even a human best friend.

2: My dad didn’t like fishing, but he did like hiking and plant ID, and I did (and do) like those things.

3: My mom, who had every right to dislike camping: All the same tasks as at home, but with a lot more difficulty — tolerated it quite well, and continued to turn out great food in great quantity. And it always tasted better after a long afternoon building a rock dam in the creek, or a good hike up the rocky slopes, and a great slide back down. (We did go through tennies like Wimpy went through burgers… because there wasn’t enough budget to afford to go through leather shoe soles.)

The Tiger needs to run.

Rocks mountains and flora and fauna is much better than the idiot box, Calvin. You will understand when you grow up.

I like the camping arcs