Until I was in my early 50s, I was one of those folks who did not get it -- camping? No way. Too cramped and effortful -- give me a nice hotel room.
And then, one day, we were walking through a campground near a trailhead, and this nicely dressed lady stepped out of her RV carrying a bottle of good wine and two pieces of stemware. We talked to her for a few minutes, and the lightbulb flashed on -- RVing is not about suffering at all! It's about staying in your own clean place, going wherever you want, whenever, with your own good food and good beverages.
That was twelve years ago, and we are seriously hooked. Best thing we ever did. Sorry we did not find out about this sooner, but we did not know anyone who had an RV or who went camping. (Other than my kids who backpack, but that is still not for me!)
