Steve and I had a conversation after we got back from his family reunion "camp-out" about what we thought the definition of camping is. Since camping is on my list of favorite things to do right between watching Country Music Television and having a cavity drilled, my definition was quite different from his. (By the way, I've had a cavity drilled while watching CMT and let me tell you . . . between that and the dentist humming as he drilled, I couldn't bring myself to go back.)
Our conversation went a little like this . . .
Me: "That place was a lot nicer than I thought it was going to be. It made camping not so awful."
Steve: "That wasn't camping."
Me: "Yes, it was."
Steve: "There was a pool there. And showers. And we even had our own room with real beds."
Me: "So? It was still camping."
Steve: "What made it camping?"
Me: "Um . . . being out in the middle of nowhere."
Steve: "So is staying in a nice cabin considered camping if it's out in the middle of nowhere?"
Me: "Because . . . it's nicer. And the bathrooms are right next to you."
Steve: "What about staying in a motorhome? The bathrooms are pretty close in there."
Me: "That's camping."
Me: "Um . . . because you're cramped. And . . . you have to bring all your food with you."
Steve: "So what about a hotel? You have a bathroom, but no food."
Me: "That's not camping because you're in a huge, nice building in the middle of civilization."
and on and on it went....
Basically it came down to this:
Nat's definition of camping: out in the middle of nowhere, distant proximity to a bathroom/shower (farther from down the hall), and having to bring all your food with you. If you're staying at a "campground", it's camping no matter where you sleep and what facilities you have, even if it has a pool. Cabins are not found at campgrounds.
Steve's definition of camping: not sure because he backed me into a corner the whole time, making me defend myself. I have a feeling it's something like, . . . no pool, sleeping in a tent, no bathrooms, middle of nowhere, hunting your own food, making fires without matches and growing a beard.
**FYI, I went to girls camp with my stake six years in a row. Five of those years was in a tent. Two or three were without sinks, showers, and flushable toilets. I've been camping. I've paid my dues. As far as I'm concerned, why on earth would you sleep on the ground in the freezing cold with all the bugs when you have a nice warm bed at home?