I remember when all of us were little & dad constantly took us camping.
Mom would say something about needing to stay apartment so she could get some toil done, & dad would smile.
I never suppose she very worked while all of us were gone, however she loved the alone time. The people I was with and I had to come apartment early 1 weekend, & mom was in the garden tub relaxing. She had a glass of wine on the side of the tub & a book in her hand. The people I was with and I could know the heat flowing around us when all of us walked in the door. She yelled out to see who was home, & dad walked in on her. I heard her laugh when he said all of us should join her, & maybe all of us could all get moderate & she kicked him out of the bathroom. It hadn’t gotten so frosty at the campground that all of us were all sleeping on a mattress together, however poor dad got shoved onto the frosty ground & spent most of the night shivering. When all of us woke up in the afternoon, the firepit was already lit & all of us huddled there for some warmth, while dad was still asleep in the car. I suddenly realized why mom didn’t go camping with us. It was frosty in the mountains & there was no comfort. I liked mom’s take on camping better. Now that I am older, I stay apartment where there is heating & air conditioning. I have a garden tub & a pool in the backyard, however I am never far away from my Heating & A/C system, & I never odor of smoke.