Thanks for the memories, Grandad
What can be said about camping? To me it boils down to two things--improving relationships with others, and being able to look back at a road trip with fond memories.
If the trip doesn't result in one or both of those happening, you might as well stay home!
My most vivid memory of a childhood trip with an SOB RV was of my dad and I, standing on top of a stepladder at 2:00 am during a torential downpour with a roll of duct tape in a Loveland, Colorado campground. Both of us were making a feeble attempt to stop streams of water from entering around the windows of the new RV. The wind was blowing rain horizontally at our faces as we struggled to hold onto a temperamental Eveready flashlight and not get blown off the stepladder in the process. Kind of like a scene from the movie "A Perfect Storm". By the time our trip was over, everyone in my family had a new-found appreciation for our house.
My most vivid memory of a childhood trip with an Airstream trailer was of me and my Grandad playing cards during a torential downpour in eastern Oregon, but this was different than my storm experience with dad in the SOB RV. The wind blew, the rain came down in sheets, but the only thing on Grandad's mind was the card game that he was playing with me. While Grandmother cooked the trout we caught earlier that day, the Duo-therm heater kept us toasty as the rain pelted the coach and the wind buffeted it. But not a drop of water penetrated the shiny aluminum skin into our cocoon. An hour later after the storm had passed, Grandad and I were once again trolling across the lake, as he continued teaching me his ideas on the best way to catch fish. By the time the trip was over, I was begging Grandad to sell his house so we could live in the A/S full time.
That's why I like Airstreams.
2004.5 Dodge 4X4 Quad Cab w/Cummins Turbo Diesel