ThreeBearsHD
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I grew up in Idaho with three siblings and a stepfather that was a young policeman. We were poor. Not destitute, but not spending money on vacations every summer. But, we had a `74 Dodge W150 and a pickup bed camper, so our vacations were camping within about 300 miles of our home in Northern Idaho; Oregon coast, BC, old mining ghost towns, etc.
Being a cop, my dad learned that people suck, and he refused to camp in close proximity to strangers. So our camping spots were all primitive; the further away from people the better. His pickup also had a Warn bumper and a Warn 8274 winch, with a small lift and 33" tires, it would go pretty deep into the woods. So that's where we went.
I grew up and became a park ranger for a few years and also learned that people suck, so when I took my family camping, it was always deeper in the mountains, next to a creek or pond, and never in a campground.
When I lived in Iowa for a few years, I moved out there with an F250 and a 24' RV. I took the family camping in a regular campground, once. It was awful! Nothing but barking dogs, drunk white trash, loud music, and horrible insects. The family hated it. Sold the truck and camper and vowed to never pay to live in a trailer park for the weekend again.
Now, the kids are grown, the wife and I are divorced, so it's just me and my dog, and the occasional girlfriend. I love camping, but only camp at primitive spots, and with just family and/or friends.
I cannot comprehend how people in the Midwest, or most of the country, even, can subject themselves to a public campground filled with people.
Curious as to how many other folks are like me and camp to get away from it all.
Being a cop, my dad learned that people suck, and he refused to camp in close proximity to strangers. So our camping spots were all primitive; the further away from people the better. His pickup also had a Warn bumper and a Warn 8274 winch, with a small lift and 33" tires, it would go pretty deep into the woods. So that's where we went.
I grew up and became a park ranger for a few years and also learned that people suck, so when I took my family camping, it was always deeper in the mountains, next to a creek or pond, and never in a campground.
When I lived in Iowa for a few years, I moved out there with an F250 and a 24' RV. I took the family camping in a regular campground, once. It was awful! Nothing but barking dogs, drunk white trash, loud music, and horrible insects. The family hated it. Sold the truck and camper and vowed to never pay to live in a trailer park for the weekend again.
Now, the kids are grown, the wife and I are divorced, so it's just me and my dog, and the occasional girlfriend. I love camping, but only camp at primitive spots, and with just family and/or friends.
I cannot comprehend how people in the Midwest, or most of the country, even, can subject themselves to a public campground filled with people.
Curious as to how many other folks are like me and camp to get away from it all.