We would be a camping family from the very beginning – two out of three of us swore on it. Whether the kids wanted to make a fort inside the van or search the woods for walking sticks, I was equally happy. The van had become home, and car camping was becoming our thing. Soon they were begging me to spend night after summer night on their own in wilds between the porch light and the back wall. “This makes car camping look stupid.”A burning star streaked overhead, but I didn’t make a wish.