I grew up camping in Colorado above 10,000 feet elevation. Sometimes we had to break the ice on the water bucket in the morning and sleep with rocks wrapped in towels which had been heated in the fire pit to keep our feet warm in in the summer. We raised our older three attending Family Camp every year at Diamond Arrow in Nevada City as well as tenting on the Smith River amongst the redwoods.
I'm reading a reprint of a book written in 1879 about four citified girls at a Camp Meeting back east who were full of fluff, but each got saved at Camp Meeting most unexpectedly. It's quite amusing and from another world I want to go back to.
with our sleeping bags, make corn stalk shelters
and they won't notice.
If they find us by our campfire making s'mores,
we'll just tell them
we are just having a religious holiday,
a Feast of Booths!