A few months ago, a couple that we know well suggested that one day we take our two families and go camping together. Hubba-hubba has let slip that he intends to one day take Mr. Personality camping.
Let it be known that I am not a camper. While I love nature and the outdoors, my preference is to view them from a balcony while sipping the tea that room service has delivered, not shivering in a sleeping bag in a tent with a "bathroom" addition. (I know they make these, I have been told by quite a few people!)
Actually, I have never been camping. The closest I ever got was taking a vacation with my parents in Lake Tahoe. It was a privately owned cabin that was mostly used as a ski-lodge, and it was wooden and short on amenities. I remember being highly disappointed by the room that had five cots on creaky wire frames, and little else. It just didn't fit my idea of "vacation."
So, all I can say is that I have heard about camping, and what I have heard doesn't really interest me. I know that there are "levels" of camping. Is it considered true camping when you have access to a hot shower? I'm not sure, but that is the type of camping that Hubba-hubba's family did. Plug in your RV or whatever and play at the playground, then take your shower in the community building. Then there is the "real" camping where you wipe your butt with a leaf and brush your teeth with twigs.
To be honest, neither one is for me. I prefer my hotels to have fluffy pillows and comforters. I expect absolutely no noise from the elevator and no noise from my fellow hotel-mates. Fireplaces are excellent, as are spa tubs that can fit more than one person. 24 hour room service is nice, and a room high up with a great view is very pleasant.
Am I spoiled? Possibly. Am I ignorant of nature's glory and beauty? Absolutely not. I just like nature to be viewed from a vantage of the time and place of my choosing, where I can relax and read a magazine afterwards on a comfy bed. Is that so wrong?