The first time I went camping was in '06... we went to the Grand Canyon. Had a wonderful time except for a near-fatal case of heat exhaustion/heat stroke hiking back up from Indian Gardens on the Bright Angel Trail. As I said later on, I didn't buy the farm, but I sure checked out the property! My problem was, I was drinking a lot of water, but I should have been drinking Gatorade or have had some of DH's sunflower seeds--my electrolytes were all out of whack. Fortunately, DH and DS were able to help me back up to the rim. Good thing this was October, not the middle of summer. The only thing was that about 3/4 of a mile from the rim, this old fellow who was well past 60 came striding up past us, cheerfully saying, "Hey! Ya'll are doing okay! At your pace you'll reach the rim in about an hour. I'll be there in ten minutes!" Lucky for him I was too weak to do more than give him a glare or he'd been at the bottom of the canyon!
Second time, we were heading to Buckskin Mountain State Park on the Arizona/California border, right on the Colorado River. But first, we stopped at the Hualapai Mountains park near Kingman, AZ for a couple nights. The first night, as we were preparing dinner over the Coleman stove and a grill (our only other source of light being a lantern... this was in October of '07), my husband suddenly said in a low voice, "Babe, back slowly toward the tent NOW. Don't make any sudden moves." My first thought was "Bear!", my second thought was, "the potatoes are going to burn!" I whispered, "What is it?" DH said, "Skunk!" Okay, to heck with the potatoes! I started to back away when I said, "Honey, he's over here!" DH said, "Now he's over here! Boy, he moves fast!" That's when we realized we were SURROUNDED by a family of about 4 or 5 skunks! About then DS walked up saying, "When's dinner?" I said, "We have skunks!" He grabbed the lantern and ran into the tent and zipped it shut! Now we were in the dark with only the light from the Coleman and the grill! I hissed, "Get over here! You need to get the box of cookies from the van!" "For what?" came a muffled voice from inside the tent. "So I can throw them into the woods and lure the skunks away so we can get dinner done!" He popped his head out of the tent and said, indignantly, "Mom, those cookies have chocolate in them! You can't give them to the skunks! It's not good for them!" I said, "You know what, YOU'RE not good for me right now! Get me the cookies!" So he did, we tossed them as far into the woods as possible, then as the scurrying of little skunk feet disappeared into the woods, we quickly gathered up everything and ate our half-cooked meal inside the tent.
Then it started to rain.
Our last camping trip was last August... we stayed at a KOA (in a tent, but at a KOA) with electric, water and showers. That's about as rough as I can take it, and that's how we camp from now on!