Ten Things to Bring on a Camping Trip:
That’s easy. 1-10.:A hotel room.
The last time I went camping was when I was eleven, and my mother (the Girl Scout leader) made me camp out in our back yard with the troop for the weekend, I think so she could convince me of the joys of being a Girl Scout. It didn’t work. I don’t remember much (it was 44 years ago), but I do remember wanting to go inside to read the Sunday comics, and she said No. The whole thing was weird, anyway, because we were so completely not an outdoorsy/camping kind of family in the first place. I’ll bet my mom felt like an alien, out there in the wilds of Bethesda, thirty yards from the house.