One of my neighbors, indeed a friend, frequently goes camping and frequently asks me if I want to go camping with him. I don't go camping with him. I've been camping with him maybe three times. I don't really get it. We already live in the woods - in pretty good comfort. I have furry woodland critters on my lawn, with some regularity. When I ask him why he goes camping, he tells me it's to get outside. He works outside. He camps in a tent and with a radio and cell phone. Shit, sometimes he takes a tow-behind camper. It's not like he's sleeping under the stars, the fucking mosquitoes would kill him. I don't want to camp because I already have a house in the woods. He leaves his house in the woods and goes to spend it in the woods without his house. Either way, if you're into sleeping on rocks, pretending to sleep outdoors while sleeping in a camper, freezing, being bitten by bugs, and driving 40 miles back into town 'cause you need more beer, then Maine's the place to camp. The fishing is pretty good and the view is spectacular and serene. But, moose are fucking stupid, beavers are assholes, and the mosquitoes suck. Rent a camp and wear 100% DEET, at all times. It's worth the cancer! Why yes, yes you can buy 100% DEET. I'm pretty sure the mosquitoes snort it like it's cocaine and don't care - but it makes you feel like you're doing something against an overwhelming force of suckage.