Camping was not my thing when I was growing up, outside of Boston, as a matter of fact I would have considered a hotel without room service as roughing it. But being an avid skier I made my way to New Hampshire and Have Lived here a long time now.
When My son was about 5 we took him camping at the Hancock Campground off the Kancamagus Highway which is along the Pemigewasset river in Lincoln NH. At the time it was about a mile from our home, we arrived at the site and began to set up our tents and started a fire. One of the neighbor campers dropped by to say hello and we got to talking about home towns and travel time. We told Mr. Camper were from right here (not living in the woods , but) this is our home town. After being poked fun at for our great travel distance and seeing the country site in route to our destination Etc.. Mr. Camper went away.
As luck would have it, it poured that night, my son was wet and miserable, so we left everything right there and went home. We woke in our warm and dry beds, made fresh coffee and drove back to the camp site (if looks could kill). Other campers were drying their sleeping bags and wringing out their clothing as we arrived.
My son and the other kids played down by the river all day, hung out by the camp fire toasting marshmallows and having a wonderful time. As night began to fall my son said can we go home now and come back tomorrow this camping stuff is great. Have a super Memorial day weekend everyone!!