As a kid, going camping was the most wonderful thing I could imagine. This was real po'folk camping. we had no tent, we brought bedding from off the beds at home and put them down on the ground. We brought the cooking utensils, pots and skillet that we used everyday at home. We would leave the San fernando Valley when Dad got off work on Friday evening and drive about a hundred miles into the Sierra Mtns. Usually, Kern River, picking out a campsite by the car headlamps. We would make a big pallet of bedding and go to sleep looking at the Milky Way. When my sister and I woke up Sat morning Dad and Mom would have a fire going and be frying potatoes and onions, a little bacon and some eggs....Great memories.
Today, I want plumbing, hot water and a bed at least 18 in. off the floor.