What is the point of a "camper"?

I do understand RVs at racetracks or college football games. You can pack quite a party into one of those things.

 

Sometimes it really does feel like you and I are one person on here.

 

My parents have a big-ass house on wheels. They have it so they can travel across the country (relatively) cheaply in retirement. They'll take off for three or four months at a time and live out of it. I understand it for that reason. I prefer roughing it for a weekend. My wife finds all of it pointless and refuses to do it in any form.

 

Yeah, yeah. I understand the point of an RV. I don't understand the point of driving 30 minutes to a campground with a McMansion on wheels attached to your car.

 

I'd like a pop-up camper. It's really just a tent on wheels, but it does allow for air conditioning. Plus, it lets you keep your camping shit in one place and at the ready. Even though I have a lot of my camping stuff already in storage bins in the garage attic, it still takes a helluva lot of effort to gather everything else up. I get the urge to go camping and then I start thinking about all that work ... and I say, "Maybe next weekend."

 

The fundamental misunderstanding driving this thread: Staying in a "camper" is not "camping," nor does it really pretend to be, other than in similar name.

 

Someone needs to let my cousin know this.

 

Racist.

 

We had a pop-up when I was growing up. The weirdest thing? Our pop-up camper had the most comfortable bed I've ever slept on. I'd zonk out for 12 or 13 hours on that thing.

 

We did, too. My father bought it because my mother put her foot down and said, "No more tent camping!" Had some great trips in that thing (it didn't have AC or any of the more modern amenities). Once we spent a week at Myrtle Beach in it, which was (as I remember it) a blast. My parents went crazy, too, and bought some beer for the week -- a six-pack.