So far as I’m concerned, it’s doing all the chores that you have to do at home, but under primitive conditions.
My wife and I camped a lot when we were first married and doing the Big Trip in Europe and couldn’t afford hotels in most countries. Enough to last a lifetime.
I even whinged when my parents took us to such places as Mt Gambier and Cobram. We weren’t camping but a frog did enter our motel once, so we got the camping experience.
My Grand Daughter is coming down on the w/end & I just remembered that “Pixie wishing Dust” exists for free in a “Very special & secret place” … on the beach somewhere or up the road a bit, and you have to go on a Lord of the Rings type trek/adventure to find it, and dig exactly 14 purbits down, (roughly 300 mm in a pixie - human measurements conversion) & nowadays, you have an app for that on your phone …
That’s a camping experience for little girls IMV, we’re gonna have a ball, now to go pick a spot to bury some white sand & glitter.
Pixie dust is just the same as fairy dust, dragon dust and some other thing they are selling down at the local enchanted forest shop. It’s just some brightly coloured sand and glitter in a tiny little glass jar, comes with a tiny pendant, a poem and maybe a scroll if you’re lucky!!
It’s all fun and games for the kids…until i go to pay and notice the proprietor is wearing a purple ‘three wolf and moon shirt’ has a dream catcher for an earring and his partner is wearing a pink fairy and mountain shirt. Maybe the magic is real?