I love camping, and I love coming home. I love getting dirty, and I love getting clean. To me, the trip isn’t completely over until you’ve taken an extensive shower at home. Sure, those fancy camp showers are nice, but they’re not as good as your familiar environs, where you can scrub off the last vestiges of dirt, sand, s’more, peanut butter, coffee, and bugs, and where you can finally lose the whiff of tent, woodsmoke, and sour skin. It’s like being reborn.