Wouldn't get away with that headline in the US. As to G. A. Cohen even used camping as an analogy for why socialism is still the ideal way to organise society., maybe, we can all be socialists on vacation and take an all inclusive cruse. With no add ons. Or similar resort. And let the capitalists make money.
I did my share of sleeping under the stars when I was in the Marine Corps. I spent more than a few nights dragging my sleeping back out onto the desert floor in the Mojave desert to watch the starry skies and hoping that scorpions don't crawl into my boots while I sleep.
I kind of liked camping out back then because the alternative was sleeping in a crowded, hot tent listening to other Marines scratching themselves and snoring all night.
Since getting out of service, camping with the family is not so much fun. Listening to my sons whine about mosquito bites and having to walk everywhere. Getting up in the cold morning to get the coffee heated up and breakfast ready, feeling scuzzy for lack of hot showers. Trying to keep the bugs and animals away from the food. No thanks, the closest I'll get to real camping is renting a cabin or an RV.
We spent October camping. We camp in our Sprinter van I fitted out with a queen size bed, drawers, refrigerator, micrwave, portipotty and other good stuff. The trip covered 5800 miles through 17 states.
We wandered down the Great River Road from Lake Itaska Minnesota to the Mississippi mouth south of New Orleans. The river flows through the heart of America and the in depth experience of flyover heartland America is hard to beat.
We camp mostly in State Parks but check into an RV park once in a while to do laundry and catch up on TV news.
On topic, we saw one black woman camping with her white husband at Lake Itaska State Park. After that we saw only one more black camper, also a woman with a white husband in Mississippi at Natchez State Park.
Lest you chide us for van camping, we are back packers who have lost the urge after we turned 65
Really enjoyed “camping” at RAAF Darwin during Operation Pitch Black (1984) while in the USAF, the 600 tent was nice, steak & pumpkin everyday, Bundaburg Rum, Sheilas all about. We took a trip off base about twenty miles inland into the outback where we saw tons of wildlife but the 5’ tall ant hills made me glad I was sleeping nowhere near them.
Just, wow!
Please place me on your ping list. Just wish I could find some place around here (SE VA) that would be more primitive.