I enjoy going on hiking and walking trips with friends, mostly because I get to show off my astounding ability to read a map (only one other person I know can really read a map... and that's my father) and cooking stuff on a bonfire never gets old.
Camping with family though... well while it's not the very worst thing in the world, I've never really enjoyed it. Maybe it's just my family, but everything is planned and carefully executed: we go to a campsite, set up the tent at noon, peg everything down, use pre-made fire pits for cooking... it's essentially living at home with little more than a pallet swap; the oven is a fire, the food's a little burnt, and your bed's a sleeping bag. Actually spending time out away from society, that's where the fun's at.