I too yearn for the good ole days when camping meant a tent, a lovely warm wife, zip together down bags, a campfire and a Svea 123. But over the years the ground got harder and dressing lying down became more difficult. Now our Scamp
has many comforts of home. Still we smile at the folks who bring, ATVs, gensets, outside TVs, mopeds, 40 foot - multi-slide beasts, and spend most of the time in their rigs. We also smile at nearby tenters, sitting at a picnic table wearing rain gear, eating their warm and soggy meal. Been there and loved it.
To each their own. As Mr. Bennett said, "For what do we live but to make sport of our neighbors and they can laugh at us in their turn" or something like that. When we show off our rig we mostly get two responses, about 50/50, "Too small, we'd kill each other" or "So cool, We want one.". As with most things, YMMV. Thankfully most campers are really nice folks no matter how many toys they bring along, though the fgrv folks are the best.
Forty five years on I still have the lovely warm wife. Yet the bed is softer and the bathroom is 4 steps away. And nature is still amazing, if a bit more crowded. I'm very lucky. Jill is less lucky in her mate, but still always says yes to camping. Life is good.