For some, camping means a cabin with indoor plumbing and hot tub on the back deck. For others it involves a fairly large house with wheels and a motor that travels across country getting about 2 mpg. For still others, I suppose it requires being miles from any road or grocery store. For our family it involves a tent in any campground that has two things: flush toilets and a pool. Our first tent was a giant 3-room behemoth that took about 8 1/2 hours to set up and involved several thousand poles and pegs. Later, we got smart and bought a simple square tent with only two poles and took about 5 minutes to set up in the dark during a rain storm. Actually, it was decimated not on a camping trip, but during an imaginary camping expedition one year at Vacation Bible School.
Camping brings back good memories of sitting in the tent reading stories to our kids before trying to sleep in a strange place. Then waking up to elk chewing on the bushes next to the tent. It reminds me of failed fishing expeditions and encountering strange creatures on the way to the bathrooms in the middle of the night. Camping is supposed to be a bit uncomfortable and disorienting...otherwise it's not an adventure.
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