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I don't really think I'm camping unless I'm sleeping on the ground with only a sleeping back between us. There are no electrical outlets within many, many miles and the nearest shower and flushing toilet is even farther away.
Growing up our main camping was to drive not into the lava flows of southeast Oregon which is mostly federal grazing land. Drive through a couple of the cattle ranches until we were 30 miles or so from the nearest house and then just drop a tent on the first flat spot we found without a anthill in it. 15 degrees over night, 115 degrees midday. That was camping.
Unfortunatley, haven't been able to do much of that as an adult. Everybody we know won't go if if it will involve hauling a cooler farther than 10 feet from the car to the provided picnic table. It isn't camping when there is a higher population density than a Manhattan city block.
That isn't to say it still can't be fun, but it isn't really camping, in my opinion.
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