Yes, we always have a good time together. I never thought I wanted to camp, but when my Daddy died 6 years ago of glioblastoma (a horrible brain tumor), my husband thought my love of the outdoors would help me grieve. I told him to go ahead and find a camper, my only requirement was that I had to have my own bathroom. We've been camping ever since then, and my husband's instincts were right. I still miss Daddy, always will, but being with my family and camping did help me to grieve somehow.