What's the BEST camping experience you ever had?

2005 trip to Alaska in my truck camper with my 16 month old lab (departed this past August). We fished and bird hunted halibut, salmon, ptarmigin, grouse and ducks. Departed October 1st. Best 3 months of my life. Wife flew up for a week and it was the only bad weather I had.
We're hoping to replicate that trip in 2019 with our new lab, Zeke. Wife be along for the whole trip, I hope. Maybe a few weeks respite while we're hunting birds.

Went to scout camp Sea Base with the two boy’s years ago. When it was in the upper nineties up north. 85 down there but so humid. I was an adult advisor (committee chairman).

Camped on an island in the keys for a week. The only permeant thing was Mt. Clevis. A twenty step thing you went up to the top do your duty.

They took us there in large Boston whalers. We had to walk across the bay ferrying all of our positions and frozen food for the week in insulated 50gal barrels via canoes. The bay water had to be way over 100 degrees. It hurt.

There were two great parts to the trip.

First we would go out on the Boston whalers and fish for supper for the night.

The second part was we arrived there when it was just legal to harvest spiny lobster.

The truly great part of the trip was in the frozen barrels was butter and steak to have with the lobsters cooked that night.

The rest of the stay was normal scout stuff.

Backpacking in Michigan's Porcupine Mountains.

I cannot agree that "everytime I hook up the trailer" we have a great trip. Some are much better than others. Some destinations are loved to death. Sometimes it snows too much. Each year I have lots of good trips, a few great trips, and maybe one doggy one.

Traveling well and enjoying every day takes some acquired skills. It takes some practice and some adjustments.

My best trips was not the places but the people.
Many great trips but one of the best was my wife and I along with our grandson. Friends we camping with us with their granddaughter.
Watching them play and spending time together was priceless.

Six weeks in a VW bus moving to California from the East Coast was pretty good.
Traveling to the West Coast on Route 66 in a '57 Chevy was pretty good back in 1969. We spent the summer surfing, and traveled home for a couple of weeks through Washington and Montana.
I have had many great trips every year since. I don't go out there because I like it. I have to go.

We were camping at Gros Ventre Campground in the Tetons My wife and I are early risers and usually went on an early morning walk and let the kids sleep a little longer. One day we were walking through a tangle of brush along the river with my wife leading and she stopped in her tracks. I told her to get moving because the kids would be up soon. She whispered that there was a moose up ahead. I looked around the corner and there was the back side of a young bull moose about 3 feet away. We quietly backed up while keeping large trees between us and the moose.
Later on the same trip, we were hiking along South Rim Trail between the upper and lower Yellowstone falls. Our 4 daughters (aged 5 to 12) ran ahead to explore. They came running back all excited and #3 informed me that there was a bison laying in the middle of the trail up ahead. I took my camera and got a photo of stupid people walking within 10 feet of a full grown bison bull. Some people have no respect for what wild animal can do. A bison can run 30 mph and a person is no more than a speed bump when they run over you.
The bison is now the favorite animal of daughter #3. Her house looks like a bison museum.

Taking our children to the river when they were young. We had a black lab back then that loved the water.

Tent camping with my wife when we were in our early 30s.

Just came back from the best camping trip this year. Late Oct in Yosemite in a canvas wall tent with a wood stove. We found a remote sequoia stand a long way from a road. Saw just one person in 4 hours and some mountain lion scat. Great food with a Dutch Oven. Went to Hetch Hetchy for the first time. Pacific dogwoods were pink and pale orange. The people in the colder weather are easy to get along with. The lightweights have all gone home. I read John Muir at night. Great trip.