The ex worked in French restaurants that generally closed for the entire month of August. The tradition traveled to the New World so same time every year we found our selves a lil cash poor but adventurous.
I think our first camping trip was to Patchougue, LI to a National Seashore Park. Nothing but cold running water, possibly flush toilets and lots of sketters. Spent a week or so there and loved it. The next year, we took a bicycle camping trip to Martha's Vineyard and subsequent years added Cape Cod to our itinerary. When 2nd son was born decided that we needed a more stationary setting and started exploring upstate NY's state park cabins. Arrived via Amtrak and bus since neither of us had the legal right to drive in this country. Fell in love with the region and decided to buy a former hotel and start a B+B/restaurant. Somehow, we bought instead on Cape Cod.
Several more summers of cabining and camping in and around Truro as we renovated the property. Then we divorced and both of us moved out of the US, me temporary and him permanently. The kids and I began car camping in Europe and the Caribbean during the winters and summers. Continued until we returned to the states and stopped family vacationing for several years.
The kiddos went to summer camp and I foot hiked the Appalachian Trail. Reached empty nestdom and decided to begin tent camping again and with a car. Woo Hoo! Did that for almost 10 years and now are branching off into RVing to see more of the US. Expect to do that for 1-2 years and then evolve into some other version of camping. So far I've loved every step I've taken.