🚐 #14: Dear Campers – A PSA from the Campfire
Not every camper is born with common sense. From runaway awnings to midnight campground ‘concerts,’ these are the notes I wish I could tape to certain doors…
Not every camper is born with common sense. From runaway awnings to midnight campground ‘concerts,’ these are the notes I wish I could tape to certain doors…
From LSD lights to a ‘demonic’ fridge, working the RV parts counter was never boring — and never quite what customers thought they were asking for.
When someone offers you an 800-lb free awning, just say no. But me? I said yes… and unleashed chaos.
Only I would spend Father’s Day hauling a nine-foot gazebo over fences with three women, a dolly, and far too much optimism.
The one thing I learned is that I never seem to learn. Winter seems to be a big brain freeze every year, no matter how much I prepare for it. RVs are not exactly the best homes in the first place, but winters are especially brutal. Unless you have a newer model, the walls are only about two inches thick, and fiberglass insulation doesn’t help much—especially when it gets wet.
After Projectile Patty, I was knee-deep in boxes, bleach, and questionable decisions—like telling my mom about the trailer’s rumored porn past.
Out with the salmon suite, in with the porn palace — and a cedar hedge that never smelled the same again.
At last — the origin story of the “Poopsicles to Paradise” blog. And no, they don’t come with sprinkles.
The night my furnace screamed louder than I did.
Sometimes the wall isn’t hiding coffee stains. Sometimes it’s hiding black mold and something that makes your skin crawl.