We put our honeymoon money into a charter trip with a bunch of other grad students. We were supposed to go to the Dry Tortugas, off Key West, FL. Everyone assured us we could pitch our tent on the far side of the island and people would respect our privacy. When we got to Key West, the charter boat captain had found a fishing trip that would pay better than our group and refused to take us to the island. The group wound up on Pigeon Key, which is an island in the middle of the old Key West bridge that is used as a marine biology station. We slept in dormitory/barracks with the night being punctuated by people getting up to turn the only fan so it stirred the air at their end of the hallway. It was miserable. We didn't get another chance until the kids were at band camp in high school. Then we went camping at Acadia Nat. Park. That was fabulous, maybe even worth the wait.