I saw this quote on my Google homepage this morning and decided that it did a good job describing my feelings towards camping:
Some national parks have long waiting lists for camping reservations. When you have to wait a year to sleep next to a tree, something is wrong.
-- George Carlin
I don't mind taking day trips or nature walks (no, not hiking) sometimes, but why would I spend the night in a freezing tent, sleep on bumpy rocks and wake up with goo in my eyes (thank you allergies) as I wander to the nearest bush to relieve myself? If I'm "lucky", there might be a stinky, fly-infested bathroom which may or may not have toilet paper. I hate being dirty, having greasy hair and not being able to take a shower. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate nature. For pete's sake, I was a geography major, and I think the world is absolutely amazing. But I don't think I have to spend the night in the woods to fully appreciate it.
And I HAVE been camping before -- I went to Stake girls camp all 6 years. Most of which were near our Stake farm in Bone. The only permanent structures there were icky shower/bathroom things. Oh, and the lake (pond was more like it) was full of leeches. Ugh. Despite all that, I did have a good time, but I've definitely paid my camping dues.
You'll probably need an RV if you want me to go again. Wow, I'm turning into my mother. :)