Purists sometimes accuse us of being Glampers rather than Campers. (I prefer the term RV-er, but will accept Glamper.) Sleeping bags and tents? Swatting mosquitoes throughout the night? Startling at the sound of creepy-crawlies outside the tent? Melt during the day, freeze at night, get drenched in the rain? Hunt down convenience stores each day to replenish the ice and beer supply, wash dishes at a spigot or in the river? Try to place the tent near - but not too near - portapotties and hope they get cleaned regularly?
Been there done all that, and eventually it became way more pain than fun.
After an interval of about 30 years from serious camping, parts of which we greatly missed, I saw the light and said lightly to my hubby, "What do you think about buying an RV?" No need to ask twice.
I'll accept the pejorative "Glamper" nickname as long as I get my incredibly comfy king size bed, hot and cold running water, bathroom with a shower and flush toilet, full kitchen, 50 amp power, and recliners that look out a big back window so we can enjoy the scenery even when the weather isn't conducive to being outside.
The Airstream in the original post wouldn't work for me. Too small, too few features, and too expensive for what it offers.