Mom and Dad would "Camp" in the conversion van anywhere country music was playing. Dad passed in '08, and Mom wanted to camp at the places she had a membership with.
The swimming lake was downstream from the senior home that dumped it's sewage into. Campers and tents on small campsites, rules on fires blah blah blah.
The last time she camped was in the backyard, in the van hooked up the electric, and a great firepit and 1000's of acres of Fed Land behind us.
Dementia's made her unaware of her surroundings, but she knew camping and cooking food on the ground.
I set up my Eureka TCOP 1 vestibule , it's small but usable. I haven't camped in 7 years, unless I can count sleeping in my tree house, overlooking a trail.