When you were a kid, there were few things more exhilarating on a sultry summer night than sleeping in a tree house or tent, lighting sparklers, and counting fireflies. Now? Forget it—you'd need a lot more yoga to climb the swinging rope and fewer Frappuccinos to squeeze into that one-man cocoon. But at a new breed of top wilderness camps around the world, roughing it is pretty darn relative. You'll still be surrounded by the glory of nature, but you'll swap the sleeping bag for a canopy bed, bug juice for a gin and tonic, and frankfurters for Kobe beef. Still want those sparklers? Look into the starry sky—or ask the butler.

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