True story: Crossed the Can/US border a few years back with our TT. Got sent to secondary for a "random" inspection. Mean looking CBP guy inside asks where I'm going and I say "we're going camping over the weekend in Birch Bay." I then pointed to our TT out in the lot. He looks at me as if he was going to arrest me and send me to Guantanamo Bay and says "NO, you're not camping. Camping is when you pitch a tent on the ground." I quickly amend my reply and say "We're going to an RV resort in Birch Bay." Then he moved on to the next question.
When I was a kid growing up in the 50s & 60s, my parents had a waterfront cabin with no water, no power, no TV, no nothing & just an outhouse and a woodstove. Spent every summer there. That was roughing it!!
Nowadays, we have a mobile cabin complete with bathroom, kitchen & bedroom. Can't go camping without our sat TV & laptop though...
I hate the word "glamping". It's like someone who has never gone RV-ing coined it.