On my very first camping trip my entire family nearly died. I was 8. We had a slide-in for the truck. It was so small it didn't even have the part that went over the cab. Pop saved us all when he woke up with a headache, tried to lite his pipe and couldn't keep a match lit. We had forgotten to open a vent or window and were nearly out of oxygen! After that we spent a wonderful fall weekend in Vermont.
We have been all over the country since then. We were at Disney World the 2nd day it was open. (they closed the doors the first day and we didnt make it in) We stayed at the Yogi Bear campground there. There were less than a 100 camp sites and nothing to see but orange trees. Sea World, Universal Studios weren't even thought of then.
With my folks, I have been as far south as Okachobee(sp?) Fla, as far north as the Niagra Falls, as far west as Texas, grew up on the coast of NJ so you can't go much furter east, lol.
Mom made sure that each trip had something educational to go along with it. Williamsburg, Yorktown, Jamestown, VA. Washington DC. Mystic Seaport, Conn. The Alamo. Along with lots of fun. Crabbing on the chesapeak bay, watching the pony swim at Assateague Island, looking for the Lost River in NH
While in college, I started backpacking and that is the way I still do it now. Though sometimes we take the kayaks out some place in the middle of no where and camp out there.
My whole "camp" weighs 13 lbs not counting water or food. I sleep like a baby in the trees. I've got a Hennesy hammock tent. Bliss.
My husband, he will camp when we take out the kayaks, or take the truck and find a place to pull off the road.
Me, with my 2 feet and a good dog, I can get to places even horses and 4 wheelers can't.
Next summer I plan to walk from where I live outstide of Charlotte up past Ashville to where a friend lives in Waynesville.
