My father loved to fish and of course I acquired that addiction. My early camping experiences entailed sleeping in the back of his four door sedan across the hump on the floor. We graduated to a tarp that we used as a weather shelter and kept most of the rain or dew off. Fast forward to a tour in Alaska with the USAF and all of the joy that only that country can provide. I have slept/camped for a week in a shelter that myself and a friend built while hunting for Caribou (that was later designated as an emergency shelter by the Alaskan DNR). The temp never got above -15*F that week.
My family and I camped in a lot of different campers over the years and they still love to camp whether it be tenting or roughing in a motel :-). Memories are made of such things and I could write a short book about the adventure we call life.
I now spend six to seven months in my Denali 270FK TT located in the RGV of Texas where I serve as a chaplain. I hope/plan to some extensive camping in my off season next year.
Memories...........