My family never camped. We rented houses on Fire Island or on the Cape. My aunt and uncle were campers, adventurers.
As an adult, I have camped various times (in a tent) with friends. Its been loads of fun. Planning the menu, deciding who brings what, where to camp. We've done boat-in only sites, Burning Man in the middle of nowhere...once I camped out in the Anza Borega desert with my sister and we witnessed a tarantula. Rochelle, a family friend, slept in her car. I got heat stroke on day two.


We escaped one day to the beach at Manresa. It was perfect weather and although not quite warm enough to swim, it was great for burying Max in the sand, building sandcastles and eating sandwiches.
Another fun day was spent at the Santa Cruz boardwalk. We spent way too much on rides and games and food and had a blast. We played miniature golf, won prizes, and ate shaved ice. We all got a bit sun burnt in the process.
So maybe none of this sounds like real camping. We did not have to dig a hole for a toilet but we did have to run to the restrooms. And although they had showers, the blow dryers were broken.
We cooked a few meals, made delicious coffee with a coffee press and ate tons of S'mores. Next year, we'll be more adventurous perhaps. We'll stay at a less populated site and actually go hiking or something related to nature and the great outdoors.
Until then, I will savor the memories of my first family camping trip.
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