This is a heavily modified draft. Do you think it answers the essay prompt "describe a moral dilemma you've faced and how it changed you" (or whatever the wording is)?
Thanks for input!
Mornings near the Pacific Ocean connect you with nature: waves break on soft sand, birds wake you with original songs, and clouds slowly melt away. I had the chance to escape hectic city life by camping on the Oregon coast at Beachside State Park.
As I walked around the campground, every step I took made me feel more satisfied that I had not awoken inside an RVs warm bed, with coffee on the stove and breakfast on the table. But I also felt a barrier between me and the people within these oversized portable houses. We certainly had different definitions of camping: I was raised on the belief that when one camps he or she should try to simulate the environment in which people had to live hundreds of years ago. So, for the rest of the day, I silently contemplated why one would bring an RV into the wilderness instead of facing the challenges of roughing it.
By the end of the trip, however, I experienced a revelation after I noticed that the people staying in RVs were enjoying themselves as much as I was. I suppose it was my temporary disconnection with an environment full of soft carpet, gas ovens, and computers that let me finally question a dogmatic belief. After my friends and I got to know some teenagers of families who were staying in RVs, I found these people were no different when it came to enjoying nature regardless of their use of an extra tool.
When the trip was over, along with leaving Beachside State Park, I also left a part of my self that had been preventing me from living with as positive an attitude as possible. I can say with pride that recreational vehicles changed my outlook on life.