Y'all's posts remind me of how much I miss camping with my favorite fishing partner (the wife). We always camped in a tent, whether it was 10 degrees or 105 (no heater, no fan, but a nice Coleman stove and lantern). We started as newlyweds, continued with kids, then grand kids, or just by ourselves. In Montana, it was mostly at gorgeous, high-mountain lakes. In Oklahoma, mostly at Ft. Cobb, Eufaula, or Broken Bow. We quite often used float tubes when fishing for trout or crappie. For cats, it was bank fishing, jugs, or limb lines. We provided a lot of fun and table fare for ourselves, family, and friends. About three years ago , my partner said she is too old for camping (at only age 65). Her retiring probably has nothing to do with old knees, bears or skunks in camp, getting covered with spiders and ants while working limb lines, or the snake that dropped out of a tree and landed on her head one night. Surely do miss those days.