Dad rented a small pop out camper for a long weekend in a mountain park when my brother’s & I were young (under 12). Of course, it rained the whole time. No ‘Yahtzee’. I think we left a day early & it was the last time we tried ‘camping’.
I suspect the beer shelves at Walmart were empty or had limited choices this weekend. The RV parks were full & there were lots of expensive cabin rentals & with the rain & very cool temps, all the usual tourist activities were washed out.
I still try to figure out how we got the 8 of us in the car, plus camping gear, clothes, and some food in that car, to be gone for a week or ten days. Mom was a master at packing things up. I guess it helped that Dad had been in the military, and after he was out, we moved every couple of years with job changes for him. Packed a lot of stuff in a little bit of space. (That tent was canvas and not lightweight like the nylon ones nowadays. Very bulky and heavy.)