I recall going camping precisely once, as a young kid, in France, and I want to say this was in 1990, due to faint memories of my parents and their friends getting quite excited during the World Cup. I don’t recall much, only something about a squirrel sneaking into the tent and helping itself to our bread. That’s about all I can say on the subject of camping. I can see a certain romance in it, but I am definitely more of a creature comfort person!
Big Secret Reveal: I was a Girl Scout. We camped all the time. LOL
Then if I ever go camping again, you will be the fountain of knowledge I rely upon! No pressure!
Hahah… the knowledge I can offer is this: Stay at a motel and sleep with the windows open. Same difference. LOL