When I was pregnant, a friend suggested we go on a portage around Algonquin Park. She offered to do all the heavy lifting and I sarcastically said that if she carried my bed and a flush toilet, I’d be happy to come. It was clear from the start I was not going to be one of those moms who hikes through the bush with a baby on her back. In fact, until this summer, I hadn’t camped in 15 years. I’m just not that into bug bites, bad hygiene and eating out of cans. However, when an opportunity to go RV camping arose, I saw it as a chance to try roughing it again – but with air-conditioning and a shower. I picked out a couple of campsites in la belle province, borrowed a Honda Pilot to tow our rental and packed up the family for our first trailer-camping adventure. We hooked up our 17-foot Jayco Swift and, with a lurch, headed out on a fairly smooth four-hour drive to Gatineau Park. From there it was on to Oka National Park for a few days before returning home to Toronto.