I would like to go camping.

For quite some time I have had a thought that it might be a fun thing to do. Now I have decided to act upon this desire. I have already acquired a map and camping guide. The total cost of these items was about $30. Clearly, I am committed to this undertaking.
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It's dusk and the air is crisp. I am sitting on a large rock by an open campfire. The rock is angular and looks uncomfortable, but I have found a position in which to sit and take in my surroundings with no discomfort. I've just been down to the nearby stream and filled up a tin with water, which is now hanging over an open campfire. The fire crackles contentedly, fueled by the wood I have gathered from the ground around my campsite. Occasionally a damp branch pops as the fire boils the moisture within. I hope it boils my billy soon so I can make some tea. It is suspended over the fire on a frame I have made from some of the longer, larger sticks. The heat radiates pleasantly into my face and chest, while the cool air tingles my back. Soon I will shift my position, searching for another comfortable recline so I can reverse those sensations.
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I have been staring into the fire, thinking about everything and nothing, but this has made my eyes a little sore and dry so I raise them to survey the surrounding area. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the oncoming night. The clearing is small, gum trees and other flora prevent me from seeing more than a few dozen meters from where I sit. Nobody else is here. There aren't even signs that anybody might be anywhere near here. My bike is parked beyond the tent, so I cannot easily forget that there is a dirt road a short distance away, but I have heard no other vehicles traveling along it.
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Looking up I see birds playing a game that looks like tag, chasing each other from treetop to treetop. The canopy is coloured by the rays of the setting sun. Beyond that stars are beginning to appear. Soon there will be hundreds, then thousands, all visible to the naked eye. This is one of the things that brings me to this remote location. The view of the night sky is incredible, a sight that one cannot behold in the city. Soon it will be time to unpack the telescope and begin looking at nothing in particular. Or perhaps I will search the surface of the moon tonight for the sea of tranquility. The tranquility here is exhilerating.
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That is my idea of camping. But apparently it is not as common a vision as I had assumed. As I began my research into campsites I found that most places were... Well, imagine if disneyland had a "camping" area. Sites are marked out, they have to be to ensure that your tent and gear doesn't intrude on that of your neighbours', not 20m from you in any direction. A few yards further is the communal fire and a barbecue made of brick and iron. A toilet block is partially hidden by trees and bushes, with a tap nearby for your water requirements. There are signs everywhere, directing your every move and informing you of things you can and cannot do. The sounds of engines, adults, children and stereos is constant until 10pm, at which point the rules demand quiet. And when you get hungry, you can walk to the canteen which is built by the road that brought you to this horrible place.
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I cannot understand why anyone would want to spend their holiday in a refugee camp.