As I've written before elsewhere, and numerous other people have pointed out before me, camping is kind of a strange hobby. You pay a fortune to live like a bum, as my cousin once put it. I can't think of a single logical rebuke to this description. I suppose to any outsider, most hobbies can seem ridiculous, as most sports seem to me. My own love of camping was fostered by my time in the Scouting movement, and it just so happened to be one of the few areas where my interests coincide completely with my wife. So naturally, our kids have also been introduced to the wonderful world of camping.
Currently, our annual camping excursions are what one would classify as car camping or maybe even "glamping": we load our car up with all of our gear and food, then drive right in to the campsite where we unload and set up camp. For certified-fresh city folk, it's not a bad deal.
