We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.
– Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
Camping has a timeless appeal. It beckons people from all walks of life to abandon the modern comforts of home in search of the beauty and tranquility that only nature can provide. The love of nature transcends even the largest cultural and geological boundaries that separate us. Having some basic knowledge of how to get by in the wilderness is a requisite pillar of manliness, so it should come as no surprise to Hemingway fans that he would have some knowledge to offer.
Hemingway may have had the reputation of a booze-hound, but his work was the main priority in his life.
Although his drinking has been romanticized, it always took a backseat to his craft. His writing is the result of dedication to a good routine – not his booze fueled good times. Have you ever tried writing hungover? Fighting off the headache long enough to make a cup of coffee is challenging enough; writing Pulitzer Prize winning fiction is a near impossibility. Hemingway loved his liquor, and even created his own drink, but he was also an early bird who wrote every day from around 6 am until noon: