I remember back in the daze, no matter what the weather was, we would take off and go camping in a heart beat! Rain, 2 feet of snow, -7 degrees, it didnt matter!
In all the different weather I went camping in, I never once had a bad time. ...well,..except maybe the night we ran into, and got stuck on, a disgusting foul smelling 5 ton pile of rotting catfish heads, ..but thats another story.:barf:
I used to love to go to Storm King Mountain in the Hudson Highlands just north of West Point NY. We would drink straight from the streams, pick wild blueberries, dig sassafras roots, and savor NY Sabbrett hot dogs on a stick cooked over cedar coals. mmm.
When I lived in Denver years later, we used to love to go to Rampart Range. We would pack up the '65 Nissan Patrol in the rain and once we got to our destination we would be high up in altitude enough where it was nothing but beautiful blue skies. It was cool to go home 2 days later and find it rained the whole time we were gone.
We had an alpine tent that had a section of removable floor and we would dig a shallow hole and put the hot rocks from the camp fire in the hole, cover 'em with dirt and drink the last couple of "slushy" beers in 15 degree weather. When we staggered in the tent, it was a comfortable 92 and we slept like snoring rocks all nite!
Nowadays I dont do as much camping as I used to, but once I get my M762 military trailer built for hauling camping gear etc, I hope to get back to camping again, only this time it will be in the Great Smokies Mtns.
