I remember camping with the scouts probably 50 years ago. The smell of the canvas tents, hard rails of the cots. The freedom of having all day to fish, shoot, swim and explore. The responsibility of cooking for the group, everyone had to take a turn. Frying a big pan of bacon trying not to let any burn. I've been a cook ever since. I would meet up with my father in law every year back in the 90's with my two sons. He and his wife would be on their way west or north out of Florida for their annual 4 month camping trip with his Palomino. We would meet at Twin Lakes in upstate SC in May and then again in August somewhere else as he was heading home. I learned how to camp popup style from him. My sons loved these trips, I think it was the freedom to have all day to fish, explore and just 'be'. My oldest son was in charge of the campfire and really took pride in being able to restart the fire in the morning from embers. Both sons loved to head out in the morning and fish while I cooked breakfast. It is so peaceful to sit near a campfire in the quiet of the evening and talk in low voices.