Getting a camper has totally ruined camping for me. I used to enjoy the thrill of setting up a tent in the dark, swatting mosquitoes like I was in a martial arts movie, and waking up soaked because "waterproof" apparently meant "wishful thinking." Now? I wake up rested, make coffee without starting a fire, and gasp use a toilet that isn't a hole in the ground. Honestly, it’s disgusting how comfortable I am. What’s next—enjoying nature without suffering? Ridiculous.

— Matthew Proffitt