Last camping memory

From a writing prompt, I am reflecting on my last outdoor camping experience.  I think it may have been at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon, many moons ago.  Our son was being homeschooled and we had taken our VW camper to New Mexico for a visit to the school that was helping me keep track of our curriculum.  I think it was in the month of May.  We set up camp around dusk and Mark had some VW repairs to attend to, so Aron and I went, hand in hand, through the forest.  We followed the path to the lodge where Mark met us with the now-running camper.  We joined others gathered on the patio to hear the Park Ranger talk about the starry sky hanging like a tapestry over the canyon.  Suddenly, a light exploded in the sky--"probably a super Nova", I recall the Ranger calming stating.  I recall feeling a surge of electricity tingle in my toes.  We rode the camper back to camp, chattering about the stars all the way back.  In the morning, a doe and her fawn were patiently waiting to greet us as we came out of the camper.

Later that day, Aron, Mark and I followed the same path to the lodge and discovered that, unknowing to us, Aron and I had been walking along a canyon precipice for much of the way.  I was shocked realize how dangerously close to the edge we had come, hand in hand, mother and son.  Quite a memory--and maybe why it was the last time I recall camping!

So, when's the last time you camped outside?