I can only imagine the trimmed beard, quirky hat & glasses, flannel shirt, skinny jeans, and fancy laced up pretty fag boy boots on the hipster that would whip that box of gaity out at the local Dennis the Menace camping park.
I can't relate to campgrounds.
I use a tent.
If I had an RV, or travel trailer or something, then I'd be all about having a place to dump my black water tank, plug in to power & whatnot.
But I don't.
Cuz if I did, I'd just camp at the Walmart parking lot.
With a tent, even car camping like I do, my goal is to get out to the quiet.
AWAY from everyone else.
So I can just sit in my Target-brand camp chair, in front of my Target-brand tent, cooking on my Coleman stove, which is sitting on a rejected-from-work-because-the-handle-is-broken projector stand.
And then go shit over a log, dig a hole & bury it.
Listening to the wind in the trees, and the stream over the rocks.
I don't want to listen to a fellow camper tell me how much better his kitchen setup is, or how much he paid for his shoes. I don't care that his $10,000 watch is what NASA uses to synchronize THEIR equipment.
If I wanted to be around people, I'd just goto work.