My first camping experience was my only one. Nine inebriated persons and yours truly in a 4-man tent in a very muddy field in Ballisodare in 1978. Suffice to say I was up at 5am washing the puke out of my hair under a cold tap and heading off to catch the train back to Dublin and civilisation.
If ones first camping trip is terrible it's unlikely it will be repeated.
I've had some bad ones as well, but I love camping, being out there in the wilderness, for many reasons and the challenge is one of them.
Maybe you'll give it another try, maybe not, either way you have a stpry to tell I guess, and that's something.
I have had a few stinkers. Motorcycle rides too where it was cold rain the whole time.
But the epic ones win out in the end.
Motorcycles and Camping have been a crossover hobby that blends nicely. Nearly twenty years gone by since this photo of motorcycles campside.
We have to take the bad with the good and while the bad can be fucken bad at the time. We can often look back on them and value the story, have a laugh and all.