Dave Barry Quotes

Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.

I don't think I'd ever really survive the outdoors.

If there is any way you can get colder than you do when you sleep in a bedding roll on the ground in a tent in southern Tunisia two hours before dawn, I don't know about it.

My camping days are over, but I might consider glamping.

When I'm home, I spend Sunday with my husband. If we're not cooking, we travel around in our camper, stop at fast-food restaurants, and picnic. We love that stuff that will harden your arteries in a hurry.

Family trips to Yellowstone and to what are now national parks in Southern Utah, driving the primitive roads and cars of that day, were real adventures.

Going around under an umbrella interferes with one's looking up at the sky.

I like camping.

I like being out there. I've done Snowdon, walked a bit of the Cleveland Way, did some of the Coast to Coast.

I have lots of memories of staying at campsites in the West Country and France, of the Carpenters playing on the eight-track, and of my dad cursing under the broken-down VW camper van. I loved camping, but I wouldn't much fancy it now - I'm too old to rough it.

I'm that girl - I've never been camping; I don't even go to festivals because I hate the cold and the rain. If it starts to rain, I'm the first one on the training field to go in and get a hat!

I'm made of dead stars, I eat a lot of fruits, and I hate peak period travel, as opposed to my character on 'The Daily Show with Trevor Noah,' who is made of jello, eats vegan, and loves camping.

In recent years, I've begun the year by driving across France to the Alps, abandoning the January gloom for Alpine winter sun, even if the ski-goggles do give you panda marks when you get a tan. As a child, I was always a bit of a billygoat when I'd go camping with my mates in North Wales, around Snowdonia.

One enjoyable consequence of being in the Scouts was that, at the start of each new school year, we had to camp out in tents on the school playing fields.

I thought "RV" stood for "Recreational Vehicle." No! It stands for "Ruins Vacations."

Look and see which way the wind blows before you commit yourself.

The low green tent Whose curtain never outward swings.

The East Wind, an interloper in the dominions of Westerly Weather, is an impassive-faced tyrant with a sharp poniard held behind his back for a treacherous stab.

I'm a believer that when one door closes another one opens. But why does the one opening always hit me full-speed-knob-first into my nuts?

Funny how life messed with you.

It’s not the good that die young, it’s the lucky.

from the beginning, through the middle years and up to the end: too bad, too bad, too bad.

Our fascination with weather: its caprices and changes as an antidote to the eternal repetition of daily life; a helpful illusion of novelty

Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

The getting out of doors is the greatest part of the journey.