Since before she'd even slept in a tent, my daughter has had the idea that camping inherently involves bicycles. I think she got the idea from a vehicle-supported sleep-in-the-paddock-behind-the-pub overnight tour (with several members, past and present, of this very forum), which she came on when she was 3 (riding most of the distance on the back of my bike). My family claimed one of the rooms inside the pub, but most of the group camped out the back, and the foundations for her <sleep in tent> = <bike ride> correlation were laid.
She's wanted to go camping (on bikes, of course) ever since. Last weekend, almost exactly 2 years since that formative tour, we made it happen.
After work on Friday, I hitched her trail-a-bike to the back of my bike, loaded my panniers up with sleeping bags and mats, loaded my backpack up with a tent and toothbrush, loaded her backpack up with a bedtime friend, pyjamas and toothbrush, and rode out the driveway just as the sun was starting to set.
First stop was a fish-and-chip shop on the outskirts of Ballarat, about 8km from home. It was very exciting for her, riding in the building darkness... lit up like Christmas trees and sticking to side roads and service lanes of course.
Next stop, about 2km down the road and just past the "Welcome to Ballarat" sign, was our caravan park. It's sometimes very convenient living in a tourist town
We ate our fish and chips in the communal kitchen, then she helped me set up the tent (as well as a 5 year old helps set up a tent in the dark) before bedding down for the night.
Saturday mornings, the caravan park puts on free pancakes for breakfast. That didn't go down badly at all
We broke camp and loaded up, then followed the Ballarat-Skipton Rail Trail back to town, in time to clean up and shoot off to a fairy princess birthday party.
Once bitten... I reckon we'll be doing this again in future. Maybe a little bit further than a 20km round trip. I might have a future touring partner in this one