The Glamping RV of Camp Host is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Park Manager with a fair hand, and renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, complete lack of prisons, and free-roaming dinosaurs. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic, devout population of 12.424 billion Hosts hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The relatively small, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Campsite 1A. The average income tax rate is 19.6%.

The all-consuming Camp Hostian economy, worth a remarkable 1,307 trillion Tent Pegs a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Soda Sales industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Retail, and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 105,225 Tent Pegs, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.4 times as much as the poorest.

Government officials sit helplessly as they are labelled 'Pompous Womples' by celebrities, five-year-olds chanting "Little Miss Muffet" are accused of bullying arachnophobes, parents often ask to see a credit report before lending money to their own children, and children often explain to their parents that the Mega Ultimate Sword Fist was worth the thousand-Tent Pegs charge on their phone bill. Crime is totally unknown. Camp Host's national animal is the Racoon, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Campfire Stories.

Camp Host is ranked 43,354^th in the world and 1^st in The Flying Fishes Bait Shop for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 4,083.19 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.