When I arrived at the campground in Eliot Maine, I was a little concerned.   I had to drive down a narrow, curvy dirt road into the woods.   There were signs pointing me in this direction and the camp host assured me they had sites I could fit into, so it had to be OK, right?   I finally arrived in a clearing, sort of.   I stopped at the sign that said no RV’s over 30ft past this sign.   When she showed me the site she originally had me in, I thought not even within the realm of possibility!   It was much too narrow; I have slide outs on both sides and I’m almost 15 foot wide.   She did have another site available which was much bigger.   There were 3 young guys standing around and they helped guide me around the trees.   I thought all 3 lived in the RV across the way, but later found out one lived there and one lived in a camp with 3 tents right next to me and the 3 rd lived in the tent next to him.     The campground was ...

When I arrived at the campground in Vermont, they gave me my site and said, don’t worry about the road being covered in water.   I thought they just had a bit of flooding due to recent rains.   Oh no, the road was built right through a creek!   You could see where part of the pavement had been washed away.   I was hesitant, but everything looked passable so I went for it.   I figured I would just go slow enough, and hope I was heavy enough, that the water wouldn’t sweep my RV off the road.   I made it safely to the other side and set up camp.   I was in a field all by myself.   Later in the week I would be joined by other RVers coming to a LOWS rally.   Loners on Wheels.   I was pretty excited to finally be around a bunch of single people who also travel.   When I fired up my computer I was horrified to see I had no signal.   Absolutely nothing in the way of internet or even a phone.   I wasn’t sure I could survive...