I'm at a modernized campground with my partner over this holiday weekend. It's been in the 90s and sunny, so it's been terrific for swimming and all. But, man, walking back and forth between the comfort station and the campsite, phew! Just now, I had to carry a heavy pot that I filled with water at the comfort station sink back to the campsite all those yards with the sun beating down my head. Now I know how those people feel who walk across the African plains balancing jugs and bundles on their heads.