I swore off camping when I was 16. I had several recent camping experiences where my tent was flooded at Girl Scout camp. But the nail in the coffin was when we and another family went camping for Thanksgiving at Sebastian Inlet. And it was cold and miserable. And it rained. In the tent. While I was taking a nap. And my feet and my sleeping bag and a bunch of my stuff got all wet. Luckily they had a dryer, but I swore off camping after that. Until....I was faced with the choice of camping with a toddler or staying home with the toddler and my mother in law who has Alzheimer's Disease. I have to say that camping as a grownup is not as bad as I remember it being as a teenager.
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