r/womensolocamping

I'm loving all the support in this community. I have booked several campsites around Ontario, Canada and am excited to be going into my 4th year of solos!

Just wondering if you had reasons to leave a reservation early?

Two years ago: I left one night early to go home because there was a man who constantly kept trying to talk to me whenever I was at the shared parking lot (4 sites, 4 car spots).

It was super creepy; he was asking my name, where I'm from, and I did not want to talk to him. The worst thing was that he wasn't alone, he was with his wife and two small kids and he would ONLY talk to me when his family wasn't around *SHUDDER*

I thought about approaching his wife but what the heck would I have said? I also didn't want to watch some strangers fight in front of me. I was so skeeved out and uncomfortable that I had to mentally plan how to pack my shit up in 30 minutes when he wasn't around, load my car and vamoose.

I hope that this hasn't happened to anyone else but I'm sure it has ... Sigh

I am currently sitting in my car crying because I realized today that I am extremely afraid of getting mauled by a bear. I was really looking forward to this experience but I am really struggling to calm down enough to enjoy myself. I have a hammock set up and I want to sleep in there but my nerves are not allowing that. I feel unprepared and I am upset. Any advice or anyone that can talk to me about this?

edit: Thank you for the responses, I have calmed down a bit. I think I’ll stay in my car for tonight and come more prepared next time.

update: I had a good nights rest in my car and now I’m up and at em to enjoy my day. thank you again for all the encouragement and advice! I’ll try the hammock again soon 💖

TLDR: I injured myself and can no longer do any of the active things I had planned for the summer. I'm feeling stir-crazy. Do you know of any drive-in campsites next to water anywhere drivable from NYC (within 5 hours drive)? Please share your knowledge.

A few days ago, I fell from the top of an indoor rock-climbing wall and injured my ankle. I belong to a small community climbing gym, and I had only been there twenty or so minutes when it happened. People generally stay for 1.5+ hours per session, so I knew my exit would draw attention. As expected, the person working asked if I was leaving already. I responded that I only had a little bit of free time to work with today. Just trying to get in a quick climb!

I forced myself to walk out the door smiling without a limp or a grimace from the pain. The second I got outside I hobbled to the corner and called an uber home.

When there was no longer a difference between the size of my ankle and calf, I agreed to go to urgent care. I used my hiking poles to take pressure off my ankle on the journey there— mind you, I live in Brooklyn, so I was absolutely a rare sight.

One set of X-rays later, the urgent care told me it was just a sprain and sent me on my way in a half-boot. I initially refused their offer of crutches, then had to call sheepishly a day later to tell them I'd changed my mind because my ankle was worse. That night I used my crutches to take a 45-minute subway with one transfer uptown to see a show about a Scottish singer from the 1900s with my friend. An obvious truth I hadn't really considered before —NYC is not the most friendly to people with mobility impairments.

Three days after the fall, I showed up to work at the job I only started a few months ago and was told I can't be there in my condition. I knew that would be the case, but I couldn't call out either. I don't have any sick time yet. They sent me home anyway and told me to come back when I'm not in a boot and crutches.

At this point, my foot looked like it belonged on an entirely different body. It was also entirely blue. An appointment with a specialist later that day told me the damage to my ankle was worse than I thought. Torn ligaments and a dislocation. Leave it to urgent care to almost leave you with a poorly healed injury. The specialist put me in a soft cast and a full boot and said I'd be out of work for 8 weeks.

8 weeks off sounds like a vacation. Take away the ability to participate in any of your routines or planned activities for the summer. Take away all disposable income. Three days in and I already felt claustrophobic. 8 weeks left inside my apartment.

This summer I planned to hike all the high peaks in the Catskills (or as many as I could), go thru-hiking in California, and do a last-minute trip to either Maine or Alaska. All out the window. Morning cardio out the window. Climbing out the window.

Looking out the window as I type this, I'm feeling quite quarantined. I have additional imaging tomorrow, which will decide how bad things actually are. Regardless, I am determined not to go crazy in my apartment this summer. I'm looking for accessible ways to do the things I love. I think I would like to try camping at all the drive-up campsites I can reach that are lakeside/streamside. I'm also signing up for a fishing license. I joked to my partner that this summer I'm going to become dorito chip with no ass (from only working out upper body).

I'm the type of person who values my ability to do the things I set my mind to. I like getting up in the morning, moving my body, and doing something hard on my own. It isn't that I can't accept help from others, but I take pride in a certain level of independence. My partner has been extremely loving and generous with me the past few days. He has really helped me so much, and he knows it is hard for me to accept my limitations. I'm extremely grateful, but it is a major blow to need help doing things like making a coffee in the morning. I just turned 30, and this is the second injury I've had in the last year (I also broke my arm trying to do a handstand lmao). My constitution is feeling a bit shaken.

I may not be able to walk normally, but I can definitely sit in a camp chair or on a rock next to a body of water. If you know a place like this, please share.

I’m going to be picking up my first pop up camper. I will stay in a hotel overnight on the way home. How can I protect my camper from being unlatched and stolen in the parking lot of the hotel? Are there also locks for the top of Pop Up Camper so you can’t lift them up please forgive me if this seems like a no-brainer question but my Google searches are not giving me clear answers.

I found out my husband wasn’t taking to me about anything because he was taking to a woman he dated right before he started dating me.For the past 10years while I was begging him to open up and tell me what was wrong he was telling her all about our relationship problems and telling her he loved her even though he was not going to have a relationship with her. compliment.her on her insight and perspective on our relationship and my behavior.Going as far as to say I was with him just to see what I could get out of him. Yes that’s why I have taken care of care of his mother with dementia and taken her abuse so I could get something out of him. I couldn’t even talk I didn’t blow up or get mad but I felt like my heart just got ripped out of my chest. I’m sorry I have to come back.It really hurts!

Total long shot here but…Hi!! I am going on my first solo camping trip ever this July-August in Washington state and I’m super excited! I will be road tripping around and have mostly picked family style camp grounds or privately owned ones for safety. The one thing i am planning on doing that’s making me just a little nervous is camping on Shi Shi beach with a wilderness permit. I am a bit nervous as this is dispersed style camping and safety is always a concern. Anyone else in the area during that time that we can just camp near eachother? Or do you think i should try to make friends with other campers and ask if i can park my tent in their vicinity? Any advice is appreciated, thank you!