Roughing It - No Thanks

Rustic grooming in Rocky Mountain National Park during the 1920s
via Collectors Weekly

My idea of roughing it is a stay at the Hotel Tadoussac in Quebec. My day would go something like this: a large breakfast in the dining room followed by a leisurely hike in one of the lovely parks on the Saguenay Fjord, a glass of wine and a book on one of the hotel's verandahs in the afternoon and finally a gourmet dinner.  I have never seen the appeal of camping. Eating outdoors, sleeping in a tent, swatting at mosquitos, living cheek-by-jowl with a bunch of rowdy strangers? Sitting around a campfire eating corn and singing Kumbaya? Ghastly!
The only thing more ghastly would be doing all this in layers of ankle-length clothing and hobnail boots before Gore-Tex and nylon were invented, eating prunes and drinking canned milk. According to a post in Collectors Weekly this is what camping was like in bygone times. Good article but I still don't get this camping thing.