I hope your dad did eventually take her to Hawaii or Paris. My ex sure never did. Oh, we could have afforded it, but everything had to be his way. He is a very selfish person.
Oh, he did....to Hawaii and Europe (including Paris), Mexico, Australia, New Zealand, Hong Kong, Morocco. Not
once did they ever go camping once we were all out of the house.
My late husband, our little daughter and I went tent camping frequently in our younger days. One of my least-favorite trips was over into Canada where it rained almost constantly. During the brief period that it wasn't raining, we got the bikes down off the roof of the car and went for a ride. I fell off and wracked up my knee badly. That night, we decided about 8 p.m. that we had HAD it and threw everything in the station wagon and headed for home.
The border guards couldn't believe that we had so much stuff with us and had only been out of the US about 36 hours. One of the guards stuck his head in the back window and scared my daughter who was asleep tucked away in the mess of camping gear. She started screaming, the guard jumped back and banged his head on the top of the door. I guess that made him mad and he made us unpack a lot of the stuff to make sure we weren't smuggling something in. Of course, it was raining. We got home about 2 a.m. with a station wagon full of wet stuff.
Rain was quite often a factor in camping trips. I can remember on one Northern Michigan trip, I was sitting under a tarp with a pair of socks hanging on the end of a stick that I was heating up over the fire. When the wet socks got hot, I took them off the stick and exchanged them for a pair of cold wet socks that I would carefully braise over the flames. I don't think I had a dry article of clothing but at least I had hot (though wet) socks.
Another time, we were camping in Michigan and a busload of Hare Krishnas pulled in to camp. I thought, oh no, but it turned out to be a great experience. We were invited to chant with them, which was amazingly calming and had a great meal in their camp.
Then we moved to Florida, where camping was something else indeed. We camped occasionally until he died.
15 years ago, I met the Spousal Equivalent and we bought a fifth-wheel trailer and set out for 10 years spending 4-5 months at a time on the road seeing America or staying somewhere for the entire time. The was "glamping", which is my speed.