I used to like camping; then I joined the Corps. I get my share of camping every year, in the worst possible conditions. Forgive me if I'm not sympathetic to a bad camping experience.Thank you, JJ, for putting my family adventure in perspective. I won't complain about anything that happened this weekend. Rain and ticks are nothing when the ease and comforts are right around the corner. Mud and my mother-in-law's African chickens squawking all night are really minor problems.
My father, who served in Vietnam and then as a flight instructor in the Marine Corps, says his idea of camping is staying at Holiday Inn.
If you have time, go take a read over at Jarhead's Firing Range. I read it every day. You might hate it. I don't agree with him many times, but he's a gentleman about it when I show my liberalism. He's really a nice guy, so I'm told.