There is very little that I actually enjoy about camping. When the kids were growing up we used to take them all the time but it was always under protest. Well, I protested anyway! They wanted to go out on the lake and fish. I was expected to clean the fish and cook them. The cooking wouldn’t have been so bad if I didn’t have to stand over a smoky fire to cook. The worst part of camping, was that the only form of heating we had was the campfire. I remember leaving the flap of the tent open, hoping to get some heat from the campfire, so we didn’t shiver all night long. It seemed that no matter how insulated the sleeping bag was, it would inevitably rain, and nothing stopped the dampness. Each morning I would have to take the sleeping bags into town, and dry them at the laundromat. On one of our jaunts, I went for a ride, and I found this beautiful little motel. It was dry, and it had an HVAC unit in each room. It had hot water and showers. While the clothes and sleeping bags were drying, I rented a room, and took a long hot shower. I then relaxed in the air conditioning for an hour. When I got back to camp, our son was complaining because he was sweating and he didn’t feel good. I told my husband I had to run into town for some medicine. I took him to the motel, where he got a hot shower, put on some clean clothes, and took a nap for about an hour before we went back to camp, and never told anyone our secret.