I think I like camping. It's been a long time though. My sister loves it. We didn't really camp as kids/a family. Sis has all the gear and shitt.
I don't mind being dirty, so long as I'm in a place where it's ok to be dirty and I'm reasonably accepting of bugs. I think Nigel is in for a rude awakening, like many things his romantic idea of camping is likely not rooted in reality (mosquitoes, sunburn, being hot, rain, etc.)
Vassar had Founder's Day every year and one year I spent like half a day tripping and rolling around in this mudslide on a hillside. I was also 20.