As a bonafide Canadian... all I can say is that I love camping. I crave camping as soon as the rain stops and it is officially camping season. Camping season for most is those hot summer months. For myself, howver, camping is something that can be done any time and in any place.
Growing up our summers were fairly consistent. Long cross-America road trip with a long boring stop in Midland, Texas and camping. One of the most consistent camping trips we went on was to Rock Bay every summer.
Rock Bay is a fishing camp on Vancouver Island (where I was born and raised). It was full of burly fisherman, their families and seagulls.
