Real men don't camp. They GLAMP.

I don't know how I survived before the Internet. Seems so primitive now.

Our version of camping was closer to the tent version than glamping. We had a 32' travel trailer that we slept in (A/C, queen size bed, real toilet), but other than that, we did everything like we would if we were tent camping:

Cook outside
Do dishes outside (heat water on the fire or campstove)
"live" outside (really only slept and toileted in the camper)
No TV
Campfires
etc.

Other than sleeping, we really spent very little time in the camper. Having a fridge is very nice. We did all of the cooking over the fire, with camp stoves, grills or with dutch ovens.

I never understood the people who drag a camper out to a campground, then do everything in their camper. They sit in there a cook, do dishes inside, then fire up the satellite TV and watch the boob tube. What's the point?

Now this was camping.  Backyard Detroit, mid-1960's.  Cigarettes and playboys strategically stashed. 

Once upon a time we enjoyed real hardcore primitive camping, but we had young bodies that could sleep anywhere and somehow ignore the heat and mosquitoes and inevitable grunge, and still have fun. Let's just say those days are past and while I still enjoy the great outdoors I now require much more in the way of creature comforts.

This ^^^^^^

I've upgraded from a one man bivy shelter or a two man backpacking tent to a tent you can stand up in. Oh yes, with a cot! Still like to cook on my old two burner Coleman stove. Don't do any overnight backcountry camping any longer. I find a base camp, set up my tent and do day hikes. Last summer me and my buddy did a 22 mile loop in one day. He's 68, I'm 66. Much easier with daypacks than with overnighters weighing 35-40 lbs that we did when we were younger.

My dad used to take us camping in the Mount Rainier area in Washington. Tent, camp fire, hiking,  the whole enchilada.

Then my Uncle Sam sent me "camping" for a year, and ruined the activity for me, forever after.

We had scorching heat, followed by drenching monsoons, clouds of mosquitoes, ringworm, leeches, scorpions, centipedes, rats, snakes... our modern comforts included an Army issue air mattress (no repair kits!), a rubberized poncho, and a couple of sticks of C4 per man, to use for cooking (burns really hot in small chunks!)

Oh ... forgot to mention... there were some other really impolite campers in the same area, who resented our squatting in their pristine swamps, jungles and mud pits. They were downright rude, what with their AK-47's, RPG's and what not.

The only 'glamping' going on was my buttcheeks slamming together when "the neighbors" dropped in unexpectedly to shoot off fireworks.

My camping now is limited to snoozing in a hammock in my back yard.

Even as I approach 70 I feel it is good for my soul to be put in my place every now and then.

I understand the appeal of rustic camping, the kind like hushnel does. Primitive camping, not far removed from how it was done before we became dependent on technology, conveniences and luxury. It's a connection with the real Earth. My family camped in Michigan's upper peninsula when I was a toddler. Bear were sniffing around our tent. We camped in Colorado when I was 3. The conveniences were already there; a cooler and a Coleman stove, not to mention the 62 Chevy station wagon that got us there. When I was 21 I did a 110 mile canoe trip in northern Ontario. Lakes, rivers, white water, bear and treacherous terrain (first portage was 3/4 mile and a rise of 900 feet). Luck got us through that one as we were grossly unprepared and inexperienced.

If I were younger and healthier I would consider trying some primitive camping. But I ain't and my wife won't have any part of it, so...

Have never been glamping but have no objection to it..

Compared to backpacking or even motorcycle camping, car (truck) camping is basically glamping. I go pretty frequently; a few trips each spring/fall and maybe a night or two boat camping in the summer.

Have all the gear in a large plastic tote and just throw it in the bed of the truck, dogs in the rear cab and off we go. With modern sleeping pads, hammock, etc it is extremely easy and comfortable.

There's some great backpacking close by but I usually drive an hour or two up into the Cherokee National Forest (southern Appalachians) and camp at one of the dispersed spots by a trout stream. There are hundreds of little spots off the side of fire roads throughout the NF and a few are really special. My favorite spots have a hundred or so yards of secluded creek with several waterfalls for a single camp site, so you have lots of space and don't worry about the dogs running off or into the road, etc. Can swim, fish, hike, etc right from your campsite.

All free except for the trout stamp. Setting up camp takes like 5 minutes then you have 24 or so hours of seclusion in paradise. No screens, no cell service. I grew up camping a lot in national parks but prefer the forest these days since you can take dogs, it's free, and there are basically no rules so you are free to just do whatever you want.

in 1994 a group of us got together to celebrate our 1984 college graduation Adirondack back pack camp trip
We still do it today- same 7 guys from all parts of the US. We fly and drive and make it to Big Pond NY for wilderness camping. Limited sites, no showers, no toilet, no cell service but a huge pond (80ft deep) to float in and drink beer

Being engineers we made a battery powered rotisserie to cook over the fire coals and the only traditional camping food is hot dogs on Sunday when we break down. Its 4 days of freedom (no work, no cell), and great friends. Over the years we upgraded to air mattresses, better innovations for the out house, cots, and I bring a porta-poti in a shower tent (3x3 and 7ft tall). So gourmet foods (that we prepare), self contained kegerator (no eletricity) for home brew and more hard liquor

Here is Budstock 2015 and the base camp set up