Never mind the fancy gear.
Heck, if you want to find a campground, just take Charlie Pope (Cpope on this forum) with you, and you will have an experience to remember. It helps to have a sense of humor, and something to drink when you finally pitch your tent.
On the "Four for Texas" ride, documented in the Florida section, Charlie volunteered to find a campground for the three of us (yes, we can count; the fourth was IN Texas!).
He found us a place where a KOA had closed two years ago. Actually, Charlie knocked on the door of a new house, and learned it was where the campground had been.
He led us about twenty miles, to a gorgeous, spacious campus with lots of shiny expensive vehicles in its parking lot. It was a Mormon Church.
He found the correct driveway, next to the church driveway, and it was a CAMPGROUND. Hooray, because Lou and I, many years older than Charlie, were exhausted. "We don't take tents, just RVs." said the talking head. When we asked why, we were told that other people in RVs like it that way.
Next, Charlie led us thirty miles, into the gloom of dusk, and found a genuine campground with plenty of room for us shabby dusty bikers. It was a swamp, and the insects were immediately very busy welcoming us. The only sensible remarks were being made by some filthy dogs, who were telling us enthusiastically to GET LOST. We got.
By this time it was dark, and we started thinking that pitching a tent was a lousy idea, so Charlie set out to find us a hotel or motel. The first one had lots of cars on its grounds, mainly wrecks that the motel owner was using as sources of parts, probably for a bunch of stills.
Then Lou spotted the familiar black-and-yellow sign of a popular chain of motels. We thanked Charlie for his fine work and dropped the kickstands at a Super-8.
And will we ride with Charlie again?
In a heartbeat, through blizzards, and over sugar sand!