My worst camping trip was in the San Juan Islands. My dad took all us of Me, my sister, brother, step brother and step sister, along with the wicked step mother (LOL), to Turn-Around Island. It's a VERY SMALL island off close to Friday Harbor. The 'beach' was rock covered. The only thing on the island was an out house a LONG ways into the woods. My dad pitched the tent. That night it rain as only it can rain in July in Washington. My brother kept getting up during the night and moving around waking me up periodically and of course annoying my (I was 15 yrs old). In the morning we all woke to about 5 inches of rain inside the tent! My dad had put a plastic canvas under the tent but left it sticking out all the way around the tent about a foot and a half. Of course he and step mom were nice and drive as they had the cushions from the bow of the boat. We loaded up all the camping supplies and put them on the boat only to go out about 200 feet from the island so my dad could "whip" my step brother - WHO totally deserved it is all I can remember. That ended our camping trip. We spent hours at the laundry in Friday Harbor washing and drying out sleeping bags and then moved to the youth hostel for the remainder of the trip. I still don't camp to this day and that story is from the early/mid 80s.