Ihaven’t gone camping in a tent in a long time.
I grew up camping and, for much of that time, it was in a tent. My parents would take my sister and me to the Boundary Waters between Minnesota and Canada for about a week. We’d paddle our canoes from one lake to the next.
We’d listen to the loons at night.
We’d build a fire. We’d eat dried food – which miraculously tasted better the farther we paddled …