RV Adventures

Dog is my co-pilot.

There are many different degrees of camping, but like shades of colors, it's difficult to tell where one starts and another begins. There was a time in my life when camping was backpacking and that was it. Things have been in a gradual slide since then. Various degrees of car camping, yurts, cabins, and now the RV.

My mother and stepdad bought an RV recently and we went camping with them last weekend. I'm really excited about this since camping is about the only "vacation" activity H and I do, so it's nice to be able to include family.  A good time was had by all, and yet I've struggled with how to describe the experience.  If I had to describe it, it's not camping, but it's not... not camping (see what I mean?).

H is a morning person, but not an afternoon one.

It includes the usual trappings of car camping. A site.  A picnic bench. A fire pit. Yet the comforts of home are right next door. It was sometimes a problem. On at least two occasions, we all had to reprimand ourselves for hanging out in the camper when it was a perfect day outside. We did make it to the beach, but for the most part it was difficult to motivate ourselves past leaving our site. Naps were frequent. Oh, and the campfire grill  (high sides and fixed grill) was not really set up the way that I enjoy as a tent camper (shallow sides with a swing top grill), but that may be more on the park than the site itself.

Roughing it in the rain.

The big, big, big plus was Sunday morning. We woke up to torrential rain happening outside. When tent camping, this sucks to an unbelievable degree.  On the day you are leaving, you have to break down, roll up, and stow the tent (not to mention gear), and then find a way to dry it out when you get home. In the RV, it's a hot breakfast and coffee followed by a shower. I was dubious about the RV until this moment, but let me tell you, the rain washed that doubt all away!