Growing up, my family took more camping vacations than any other kind. We went annually with the same people—friends with kids my age. Even when we moved to a neighboring state, we traveled for hours to camp with them.
These are golden memories for me, and it’s the kind of tradition I’d like to re-create for my own kids.
Lately, the trick has been figuring out how to travel the way I want to, experiencing the world at large, when my body has developed an autoimmune condition that sporadically surprises me with painful symptoms.
Camping for people of all abilities
Should a person with occasionally debilitating joint pain risk going camping?
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