Donna's camping story reminded me of a joke, which I might have read here for all I remember, but anyway:
An elderly man lived on several wooded acres in Louisiana that he bought years ago. His house was at one end of the plot and a pond at the other. When he bought the land he figured the pond might make a good swimming hole for the neighbors, so he put up a picnic table and planted pear trees around it.
Years passed, and one day the man realized he had not been down to the pond in a long time. Thinking he might gather some pears, he took along a bucket and walked down to the pond. As he approached, he heard laughing and splashing; some young women were skinny-dipping in the pond. One of them saw him and yelled, "We're not coming out until you leave!"
The man held up the bucket and replied, "I didn't come down here to see a group of young women swimming naked. I'm just here to feed the alligator."
She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie-- Propane.