2005 or 6. We decided to take our parents on one final family camping trip. My dad loved the ocean, so we went to Fort Bragg CA and camped on the beach for a few days (not in the state park).
My sister and her husband grilled a few marshmallows, but I don't recall them surrendering any worthwhile information.
Now that is actually a scene I can relate to. I have relatives there who have a nice, cushy house, but the atmosphere is amazing. No marshmallows when I was there, but a nice fireplace to cook them in if we thought about it.
What is camping without marshmallows? WHAT? Good for you. Kill 'em all.
The last time was the time my husband decided that he no longer wanted to pitch a tent and take day hikes but come back to the camp at night. Oh no. We had to have backpacks as tall as me and carry everything we needed into the woods and sleep on the ground. One night. I did that one and only one night.