In tents? Intense! 
You’re eating bacon and eggs cooked over a wood fire, and it tastes better than filet mignon at a 5 star restaurant.
You’re sure it must be after midnight because you’re getting so sleepy…it’s 9 pm.
You wake up in the morning, and realize that you haven’t moved once while you were sleeping.
I love camping. I got all new gear this fall that I haven’t had a chance to use yet. I cannot wait for summer this year.
Heh!
We have an excellent little book, How to Shit in the Woods. The primary thing i remember from it is the advice to spread the contaminant thin so that the sun’s UV light could quickly sterilize it, known informally as “frosting a rock.”
Are you saying we’re supposed to, um, butter the ground with shit? Never heard that one, don’t want that butter knife. I always heard dig a hole and then bury it.
Wait, we have to camp to do this now?
…thanks, Obama.
Cereal is breakfast.
Cereal is grain-based.
Beer is grain-based.
Therefore, beer is breakfast.
You’re welcome
My addition to the list: you’re torn between the choice of staying up the rest of the night, shivering because it’s cold and you gotta pee, and the alternative of going out in that cold are and trekking to the bathrooms. The third alternative, wetting the sleeping bag, is not a good choice if you’re sharing and/or you will need to use that sleeping bag again.
Bathrooms???
This time of year in the northern hemisphere? Frostbitten toes. 
It was 65F overnight last night. We had all the windows open & could have comfortably slept on the porch if we’d wanted. What is this “frostbite” of which you speak?
Laugh now, snowbird … just wait until rising sea level floats you out to mid-ocean. If you’re lucky, by then the ocean will be largely taken over by floating plastic and trash islands on which you can survive. 
Known by horticulturist types by the alternate name, “bushes.”
I’m no snowbird; I live here full time.
But yes, I did move from a colder climate. Then again, moving *to *Miami pretty well demands you moved *from *someplace colder (at least in winter) if it was anywhere in the US. Conversely, summers here are much colder than they were when I lived in Phoenix or Las Vegas.
As to disasters, I grew up in LA. I always wanted to buy property inland so I’d have oceanfront land after the Big One earthquake hit and the rest of the US sank into the Atlantic. 
On a more serious note, I really do think this area will have severe sea level problems eventually. Given my age I’m pretty sure I won’t be around to have to deal with it.
Could be worse. A while back I was in an igloo (built by the sweat of my brow). It was quite comfortable inside; outside was windy and goddamn cold. I was, as is typical, sleeping in shorts and a t-shirt. I really, really had to pee.
I had two choices. I could slowly put on all my winter gear, much of which was sitting on the icy floor of the igloo. This would involve freezing my feet, among other things, and spending minutes donning and doffing my gear. Or I could make a run for the nearest tree–barefoot, no jacket, no pants, no hat. I took this latter approach and even in retrospect it was the correct decision.
All my camping experience was in the tropics.
Being in a tent and needing to pee while it was thunderstorming like mad outside was much less dramatic than your igloo situation. But still an unpalatable situation. I always tried to have an empty water bottle handy for just such dilemmas.
Sure, that works…for you guys. : p
Empty peanut butter jar.
#34) the women tackle you when you leave with the whole roll of TP rather than your proper allotment.
We went fancy; we had a designated covered pail for such times. 
The “You may be a re-enactor” list is where I was going to start with my additions. There are so many things to list. What group are you with? (I’m a King’s Ranger from NH. Rev-war)
For that sort of camping my list starts with:
You know you’re going camping in the 18th century when; you have more gear for a family of 3 than you do modern camping for a gang of 8.
You know you’re going camping in the 18th century when; you start pulling out wool clothing in July knowing it’s going to be 90F +.
How about this: You know you’re camping in the 18th century when 3 of your children are eaten by wolves.