This was in Canada, but we had a string of caravans (trailers) when I was a child, and I remember those times with great fondness.
There were four of us kids. My sister and I slept in the back of our "station wagon" car when we were older, but I also remember bunks above my parent's bed and the kitchen table making into a bed.
We had so much fun as a family, singing around a camp fire, cooking outside, washing dishes even. Lots of toasted marshmallows.
I know it was planning and work for Mom, but she loved it too. My parents drove across Canada in a camper van when Dad retired. We also drove across the US from Vancouver to visit my Dad's ailing sister in Chicago
We do have lovely woodsy camp grounds in our provincial parks. I remember so clearly camping in an empty campground in the fall.
I think my siblings feel the same. We sang all the old campfire songs to my Dad when he was dying. He could only raise his eyebrows at that stage and the songs led to many eyebrow raises.
You could rent a caravan OP and see how it works for you.