Just came back from a camping trip, and I have the millions of mosquito bites to prove it. I have them on my arms, legs, feet (Which seem to be the most painful because there is barely any flesh there), and places that must not be mentioned. We did all the normal stuff, like sleeping in a tent and roasting marshmallows (Though I am not partial to s'mores). Sometimes, though, it seems like it is more trouble than it is worth. You are basically paying a lot of money to sleep without a bed and be eaten alive. I understand the whole 'one with nature' thing, but I always end up wanting to leave pretty early.

Thoughts?