Back in ‘98 I saw a local news report (Greenville, SC)...the Girl Scout camp there had air conditioned cabins.
One of my first camping trips around 1965 was in a limestone cavern a few hundred yards deep and and a couple of hundred feet down. Lots of scaling down rock walls and over and through tight tunnels. We slept in our sleeping bags a few feet from an underground river. I had a very hard time keeping up myself.
Another "Eskimo weekend" we woke up with a foot and half of snow around the tents. Had a fantastic time.
On one camping trip we had to climb a mountain to get to our campsite. Paul M. gave out and couldn't make it. My oldest brother had made a plywood backpack, basically a box with rawhide straps, and my younger had taken it on that camping trip. My brother is hefty and stout. He carried Paul's backpack and that heavy plywood backpack the rest of the way up the mountain.
My last trip with my Explorer Post was to Ontario Province for a couple of weeks in Algonquin Provincial Park for a canoe trip with very strenuous portages between several lakes. The blackflies swarmed all over and their bites were vicious. We were only safe from out on the lakes. My younger brother woke up one morning with his eye closed shut. One of the guys had his hand swell up as big as a catcher's mitt. At one point one of the guys sliced his foot open with his axe. Two of our high school track team members ran miles on logging roads to the closest Mountie Station to get a pontoon plane to airlift him to a hospital.
So sad to see this destroyed by progressive Alinsky salami slicing.