Reminds me of the family cross-country camping trip in 1974. Going through Central Valley where it was 108 degrees was quite unpleasant but camping in the heights of Sequoia and Kings Canyon National Parks was divine.

The only thing to spoil the first evening was a Californian tent camper who had to play classical music on his portable hi-fi system. In a place like that, I prefer birds and rustling leaves.

No experience enhancer required! :)