
As a kid, I trotted around the United States exploring the national parks and learning to appreciate our country from the comfort of a car. During the day, we wandered along hiking trails and explored quirky and significant roadside attractions, but by night we always camped. At least a few weeks out of every summer I slept in campgrounds. I learned to love the smoky taste of baked beans and hot dogs for dinner, and I grew comfortable sleeping on an orange inflatable mat in a tent shared with my sister and dad.
A number of years have passed since those days, but my love for camping has been a constant. I received a hand-me-down tent from my dad while I was in college, and I slept in my bulky sleeping bag for a long time before I upgraded at an REI garage sale just a few short years ago, though I still own that orange inflatable mat. Because my love for camping continues to flourish, my husband and I seek out opportunities to pitch our tent every year. For lots of people, camping is a production. They have to acquire gear, find a way to pack it into the car and then hope to high heck that they didn’t forget something.










