The last experience I had that involved canvas was a trip to New England. We drove from Baltimore to Litchfield, CT in one gruelling day, just in time to get clobbered by a thunderstorm as we arrived at the campground. After the third night in the rain (followed each morning by running the sleeping bags through the campground's dryers), we spent the rest of the trip "camping" in motel rooms, sometimes secretly cooking in the room. In NH, we happened on an out-of-the way lodge with cooking cabins, called The Seven Dwarfs Motel.
We love serendipity when we travel, as long as it does not involve sleeping wet or ending up in an emergency room.