My DH and I went on a back pack trip in the higher parts
of Yosemite Valley on our honeymoon!! That started the
whole thing for our long marriage. He was more than willing
to do most of the work just to be able to go camping.
The very worst trip we took was when our older kids were
visiting family, and our 4 year old was with us. It was in
Nevada at a camping spot. Of course my husband had brought
everything, but I forced him to leave the kitchen sink at home.
During the night it started raining, and rained and rained for days. We woke to our son's delighted yells that he was going swimming. Needless to say, 2 inches of water was running through our tent. That's when I thanked DH for bringing his latest toys, 3 small fold up Army cots. We stayed in that tent
so long that our son grew bored with fairy tales and we started
on what he says he still remembers, the magic of the old Greek gods. I wonder still if he confuses them even now, with them hurling thunder bolts at each other and doing whatever magic things they did, all the while sloshing through deep water!!
It was so bad that on the same road we came in on a huge bolder slid down and pushed a car into the lake, driver not found
till some time later. We never went back to that place!! Though I'll admit that DH's constant lists were handy things to have when you're distracted with getting ready to go camping. Once our garage freezer somehow got unplugged, with a lot of just bought meats and fresh frozen fruits I laboriously fixed for winter. We stopped storing pup tents near where they would fall over near the plug-in. But now it's fun to remember all the fun and love we had as a family, and the kids, now grandparents themselves, claim to remember our family life with love.