I reek like camp fire. A day, and two washings later, and still I smell like a woodsman. Usually I would go for a third or fourth trip to the shower to rinse the stench but now I just smile when I get a whiff of the smoke smell. I get it. After 41 years, I get camping culture. Finally. Full disclosure, I like hotels. I like that they make my bed for me. I like restaurant recommendations from the concierge. I have turned up my nose at camping, in the past.