My wife’s grandfather was a WW2 vet and flat out rejected camping, saying he spent too much of his life living under canvas as it was. I suppose I can see how he arrived at that mindset.
It worked for him because he was a boisterous, sociable man who loved to be around people. For me… I just want to get way sometimes. A bell tent in the back country in fall? That would beat the finest hotel and restaurants hands down.