My husband and I have always considered ourselves as "camping people." Thoroughly enjoying the exhilaration of long road trips and roughing it, we camped regularly until our eagerly anticipated adventures started becoming a little more work than wonderful. By the time we had our second child, our camping trips dwindled as quickly as a late-night campfire. Of course, that's not to say you can't camp with kids. On the contrary, camping is a fantastic thing to do as a family. In fact, I can think of nothing better. From a bounty of fresh air and free, majestic beauty to the lack of power outlets and usual daily distractions, spending time amidst the great outdoors is an awesome way to travel. It's just that when the kids are really young, the effort that goes into camping trips like this can be so exhausting, it can keep you from doing it. At least that's what happened to us.
But fast-forward to today, and my husband, myself and our daughters—now a teen and a tween—have rekindled the flame of our beloved camping days. It's amazing what a difference a few years can make. This kind of traveling can open up an abundance of enriching experiences and plenty of picture-perfect opportunities, two things that can capture almost any photographer's photo-fancy.