When I was between 8 and 12, cold weather was guaranteed any weekend us Boy Scouts went camping. Even as late as May, it would be nice during the day, but at night the temps would plunge to freezing.
Even when I went camping with my family in the summer, nights would get bitterly cold. My dad couldn’t build a big enough fire to keep me warm.
It was like Mother Nature and Jack Frost got together and said, “That fuzzy kid is camping out. We’ll freeze his fuzz off!”
And when we went camping, it was roughing it. That tent and your sleeping bag was all you had to protect you from the elements. And like clockwork, it would freeze and the wind howled all night. But as cold as it was, sleeping outside was great, in spite of the elements. The glow of the campfire made up for it.