How it came to be
My family camped a lot--family vacations, Girl Scouts, for fun in the backyard. I loved it. I always said that Mr. Right had better be able to pitch a tent. Luckily, he could. We had many adventures camping in Oklahoma and then we had kids. Camping got pushed aside with play dates and birthday parties.
When my daughter was 5 and my son was 3, we ventured into the woods again. We were seriously over prepared--too much food, too much gear, too many clothes. We watched in fear as my prissy little girl looked at our campsite, wrinkled up her nose and then squealed, "rolly polly heaven!". She proceeded to collect those little bugs and make houses and mazes for them. My son eargerly helped his big sister collect twigs, rocks, leaves. They were happy. We could relax. Our kids were campers at heart. It's in their DNA.