Jack Richardson for the boston globe Vacation, at least to my wife and me, used to mean sleeping in after a night of live music in a new city, and lingering over late lunches while people-watching at a coffee shop. Even after we had a child, we spent as much leisure time in pubs and museums as we did in the woods or on the water. But now? Vacation means waking with the sun, cooking over a fire, and falling asleep to the sultry set list of a bullfrog band. Forced to reimagine our 2020 vacations to fit pandemic parameters, our family fell in love with camping. Where we used to be energized by t...