When I was a kid my family (of four) would pack up our pickup camper (a fancy sleeps-four cabover job), a huge cabin tent (could hold about a dozen), my pup tent, a couple of bicycles, and enough food to last a hungry scout troop for a month.

Then we'd pile in the truck (with camper) and our other car and drive--get this--about a mile to the city lake/campground, where we'd stay the weekend. The campsite was an easy walk from our house. Thousands of dollars of camping gear, and we never camped anywhere else.

Probably just as well, though, because my Mom always got upset over something and went home by Saturday afternoon.