Camping is just not for me. Not anymore that is. It’s been years since I went camping. I used to love it as a kid. Though roughly in my early 30’s when I started having back problems. So sleeping on the ground was no longer fun. Just painful. Air mattresses would deflate over night. Unless you bought a nice one.
It’s not like I can afford a camper that I’d make monthly payments on to use maybe twice a year at most. I don’t get vacation time these days, so taking any time off hurts the income to bill ratio. Though let’s not forget all the costs needed to camp in a tent. The tent, cooler, sleeping bags, good air mattresses, bags for clothing and food. Oh and items for cooking, possibly fishing if you’re into that and many other items that you inevitably have to lug about. If I have to buy a bunch of stuff, just to make myself halfway comfortable, I may as well just use that money on a hotel/motel room instead. Sure once you use it, you can store it and use it again in camping. Well mostly. More than once I pulled camping equipment from storage, just to find it molded or found holes in the tent.
Especially in campgrounds. This became very evident this past Memorial Day Weekend when I took a delivery to the County Park. It was packed with people. Kids and adults walking and riding bikes and it could be compared to a mall on Black Friday. I almost gave up trying to make the delivery and tell the customer to come get the food at the park office. It was all I could do to not run over people. Took me longer to travel the park, than to drive there and back to the store again.
Why would you travel just to ride bikes and walk in tight quarters? You can do that in your own neighborhood.
I wouldn’t enjoy camping like that at all. People all on top of each other. Folks who will certainly be disrespectful of others who want quiet time to sleep at night. Fighting to get a shower the next morning. Sleeping in paper thin tents while having to hear every little thing going on around you. Or hearing Uncle Buck taking a pee behind the tent because he couldn’t hold it to go to the rest rooms.
With my health these days, I wouldn’t want to camp in a secluded place in the woods like I used to do. I’d be afraid of just never coming back.