I used to love going camping on the spur of the moment. When I was a teenager some of my friends and I would decide to go and be in our trucks in 15-30 minutes headed to the lake. Didn't need any tents or even sleeping bags. Boots and coveralls along with whatever quilts and blankets you could round up usually did the trick. I kept a couple of army surplus wool blankets behind the seat of my old Ford truck. Later I bought a mummy bag. I was in high cotton then. On the way we'd pick up a loaf of bread, bologna, and ice if we couldn't raid Momma's refrigerator first.

Now I enjoy sleeping in a good warm bed in winter and a cool bed in summer. I don't think I need to say much about rain.