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.
Not Plain Jane 