Let's call her Nat.
(Mainly 'cause that's her name.)
Nat appreciated the gorgeous, fine things in life and camping most definitely did not fit into that category for her.
Despite her princessly-ness Nat befriended a commoner named Shar in her high school years. Even though Shar's parents were not, under any circumstances, going to buy Shar a car, Nat stayed true to her common little Irish friend and their friendship endured into their thirties (and far, far beyond I'm sure).
Over many years of their friendship Shar tried to open beautiful princess Nat's lovely contact lens-ed eyes to the joys of the great outdoors and sleeping under the stars.
Finally in the Spring of 2011, princess Nat hesitantly agreed to accompany Shar on a camping trip with their families.
Shar was overjoyed and vowed to ensure that beautiful princess Nat would not be disgusted or disappointed in her choice.
Shar booked the cleanest, least skankiest caravan park she knew of. She chose a park with electricity and close proximity to the castle so that the travel wouldn't cause princess Nat any undue anxiety. Shar and her Hubby went about packing every possible shelter, bedding, cookware, utensil, beverage, gadget, dust busting appliance they had and couldn't wait to share their passion with the princess.
'Camping time' arrived and thunderstorms were forecast. Shar was dubious but the apprehensive princess allowed herself to be chauffeured to the tent site as arranged.
The beautiful princess Nat then set about embracing the common life and having herself a great old campin' time.