A Bit of a Moan: Part 3

Sadly, it's my final day on the island.  I'll be sorry to leave its white sandy shores, its shady palm trees, and most importantly the half naked men to serve me cocktails.  But never mind, because I'm going straight from here to a holiday with my family.  Yes, it's time to go camping again!

All this brings me onto my third and final gripe:

Why is it that all the characters in romance generally get better holidays than I do?

Every time the heroes in a contemporary romance go on holiday, they go somewhere exotic: to a beach house maybe, or a cruise, or to some rugged cabin in the woods where they can discover a grizzly murderer in the woodshed.  They never go camping though, do they?  There's plenty of outdoorsy fun, but it's from a solid base with running water and showers.  They never just grab a tent, hike out and have a few days under canvas nylon.  Which, to be honest, is a great shame.

OK, maybe there are a couple of stories out there where the heroes go camping.  Dangerous Ground and In a Dark Wood by Josh Lanyon have two men who are camping in it, plus there's this great little freebie short on Clare London's website which you can read here.  But OTHER than those, most stories where the heroes go on holiday are set in places much more expensive and civilised than a tent.

I'd say it was a cultural thing, but I know for a fact that people in the US and Canada go camping.  Perhaps it's just that romance writers think that we readers want something a little less mundane and hum-drum that a story where the heroes go camping for their jollies.  Not me though.  I say MORE camping stories please.

Pretty please?

Now, I pretty much figure I'm going to be in the minority with this moan, but I'm still curious whether you're all up for more men-in-a-tent romance.  We could start a petition or something :).