I never understood the concept of camping. I never could see the “joy” in leaving a wonderful, comfortable decorated home with all of the goodies and toys you have collected over a lifetime – – to take essentially a very expensive trashbag with metal rods out into the woods – – through a road that has yet to see concrete – – to a place that real estate developers have found unfit to develop – – only to unpack clean food, clean bedding and clean clothing for what is likely to be dirty and infested in only a few moments rest in the parking lot/field/mud pit/swamp of what is now a weekend home. Read more