When I was a kid we had a cabin in the Sierra Nevada Mountains outside the tiny town of Markleeville, CA. No TV, radio or phone, but we did have hot and cold running water, tiny bathroom, two bedrooms and an upstairs loft. It was heaven! A few miles down a dirt road was a rustic hot springs swimming pool with moss growing on the sides and bottom, usually a lovely 102-105 degrees...perfect for a bit of a sit every night before bed, even in a howling blizzard where we all wore broad-brimmed hats to keep the snow off our heads!
Camping for us (never knew there was any other kind when I was growing up) was backpacking in the Sierras, definitely roughing it cuz anything you wanted you had to pack in and pack the trash out! Ah, those freeze-dried meals! The first night we always ate well - frozen steaks that were thawed by the time we got where we were going.
Those were the days!