When it comes to camping, I’ve always been a rugged elitist. Rolling out a sleeping bag in the middle of nowhere, now that’s camping. Parking a motor mansion in a campground, cranking up the AC and spending the evening watching TV from a portable satellite dish – that’s no more camping than staying in a Ritz-Carlton is bedding down with the natives.
Have you ever been asked to provide your complete Social Security number to reserve a campsite?
While we now travel in an A-frame trailer, my first recreational vehicle was a motorhome.
I hate packing. You’d think that someone who’s made his living as a travel journalist for the past 22+ years would have totally mastered packing. But I haven’t.
There are certain ethical rules campers in public campgrounds are expected to follow. One of them is to respect the privacy of fellow campers and not pitch your tent right next to your neighbor’s picnic table.