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I was drenched, cold, and utterly defeated. The rain had turned what was supposed to be a serene weekend into a muddy nightmare at a packed commercial campsite near Amsterdam. The constant drone of generators, the glare of LED lights from neighboring RVs, and the smell of burnt sausages from overcrowded grills—it was everything I hated about modern camping. As I packed my soggy tent into the car, a wave of frustration washed over me. Why was it so hard to find a slice of true nature without the

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