As a recently registered member here, I've found it interesting to hear from hammock hangers spread far and wide. It seems like every locale for hammock camping has its own set of challenges and rewards.
Since truth is stranger -- and often funnier -- than fiction, I'm interested to hear from where other members hail and what sorts of challenges are typical where they like to hang. What's the worst and weirdest thing that has happened to you while hanging in your hammock that is par for the course in your neck of the woods?
(Suggested format: The worst part of hammock camping in [your locality] is...)
The worst part of hammock camping in the Pacific Northwest is waking to relieve oneself in the middle of the night and squashing the banana slug nesting in your boot...
I forgot to look inside and shake my shoe out a couple of weeks ago and suffered this exact catastrophe; if you've never encountered this wonder of the PNW first-hand, these suckers are big. And (unfortunately) juicy...
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