Camping is one of those things I only do to spend time with my family during the summer season, and otherwise never will. Spending time where the insects have easy access to me, my bed is significantly less comfortable than normal, and there is no such thing as privacy is not my idea of a good time.
My family tends to go camping in the next province over. As soon as I had my driver’s license, I made a habit of leaving after about half of the planned trip because otherwise I’m going to ruin it for everyone else.
As an indoors person that occasionally likes roughing it, I can at least speculate on some reasons people like camping.
1. To get “closer to nature”, whether this is illusory or not. They want to mix things up a bit; they’ve been indoors for a long time and want a change of pace.
2. It’s sortof a macho thing. You feel cooler, tougher, sturdier, when you can prove to yourself and those you brag to that you can do without a comfortable place to sleep, running water, or electricity.
3. Tradition. Shared adversity makes for a good bonding experience, and since your family did it when you were younger, you associate good family memories with the experience.
4. Because the outdoors are pretty, and the suffering is part of the price.
4.b. And bringing a generator makes you a heretic, because of tradition or something.
…That’s it for my speculation. But as someone who has slept on the floor of their apartment once in a while basically for the novelty and because I felt cooler for doing so, I suspect that these speculations may at least occasionally be accurate.
I think what your describing is called Glamping. Or Glamorous Camping.
I honestly don’t understand people who want to go camping in matter that makes you miserable the whole time. What is the point?
Camping is one of those things I only do to spend time with my family during the summer season, and otherwise never will. Spending time where the insects have easy access to me, my bed is significantly less comfortable than normal, and there is no such thing as privacy is not my idea of a good time.
My family tends to go camping in the next province over. As soon as I had my driver’s license, I made a habit of leaving after about half of the planned trip because otherwise I’m going to ruin it for everyone else.
We literally invented everything so we wouldn’t be camping.
As an indoors person that occasionally likes roughing it, I can at least speculate on some reasons people like camping.
1. To get “closer to nature”, whether this is illusory or not. They want to mix things up a bit; they’ve been indoors for a long time and want a change of pace.
2. It’s sortof a macho thing. You feel cooler, tougher, sturdier, when you can prove to yourself and those you brag to that you can do without a comfortable place to sleep, running water, or electricity.
3. Tradition. Shared adversity makes for a good bonding experience, and since your family did it when you were younger, you associate good family memories with the experience.
4. Because the outdoors are pretty, and the suffering is part of the price.
4.b. And bringing a generator makes you a heretic, because of tradition or something.
…That’s it for my speculation. But as someone who has slept on the floor of their apartment once in a while basically for the novelty and because I felt cooler for doing so, I suspect that these speculations may at least occasionally be accurate.