When our kids were very small, my husband and I couldn’t muster the courage go camping as a family. Our sanity depended on keeping everyone on a routine back then, and “roughing it” meant straying radically from the norm. How would we get the kids to sleep? What would our picky eaters think of camp food? Then there was the whole containment issue — no walls or doors, and certainly no baby gates. With an open fire roaring nearby, it seemed exhausting at best, hazardous at worst.
We didn’t want to deprive our kids of the camping experience, but our Read more