People accuse us of being minimalists because we camp in a 12 x 7 foot box for weeks on end. This is not minimalism -- we bring fine wines, we enjoy three ice cubes a day in our evening cocktails, we brew fresh Starbucks every morning (using the artisanal pour-over method because it requires no electricity), we sleep on a queen sized memory foam mattress that converts to the dinette, we have a shower that I can almost stand up in that uses less than a gallon of water per shower, we cook barbecued meat that we bring from home, etc.
Minimal is a sleeping bag on the ground, drinking plain water, taking a sponge bath, eating freeze dried food, etc. I wish I could tolerate that level of discomfort -- it would enable us to break completely free of the forest roads to go into the deep wilderness.
Life is a series of compromises.