50 some years back one of my Mentors (and I was lucky enough to have several) told me: 'You like the young lady? Fine take her camping for a week and come back and tell me what you think.'
Tent was one of those old 'oiled canvas' jobs. First day was very cool; especially after dark. Second day 'I'm board.' Third day .. more of same.
Fourth day I packed up and took her home to Mama.
Next time I did that (same old tent) it rained for two straight days, as in poured.
Even the floor of the tent had a couple of inches of water on it. Drove into town and purchased a couple of folding camp cots and a fold up table. We ate, slept, played checkers and cards for the next two.
She never blinked; I should have been "WARNED! Danger Young Mr. Robinson! DANGER!!" Years later, and two very young kids and coming back from a trip to Portland, Or. Beautiful weather, etc.
'Lets go camping!' Not a thing on us for that so pulled into the town of Kalama and purchased a large blue plastic ground cover, some rope, food (canned stuff), cooler for kid stuff that needed to be kept cold a cheap pot a small fry pan and some paper plates. (Edit, did go back and get Colman Lantern, a flash light has its place, but this was not the place.)
A cook stove? Took a large empty can and punched holes in the middle and bottom and sturno tubs (same thing you'd use today under a chafing dish). Blankets? Had two in the car so good to go there on a warm night (they were).
Together/married for a quarter century.