That ain’t an RV, that’s a house on wheels!
I like it, even the kids seem at home in it.
The campground folks are usually the salt of the earth types.
I found that it didn’t matter whether you were in a nice RV or a tent, you were fellow travelers and that was all that mattered.
We used to camp a bit when my wife was healthy and loved it.
I preferred primitive camping miles from civilization but wifey demanded a bathroom and shower.
We compromised by going to campgrounds but using their primitive sites. No water or electric hook ups.
When I hit the road again I plan on spending a couple of years just traveling.
If I find an interesting small town or rural area I may stay for a month or so. See the local sights and really meet the locals.
I love people and their stories so I plan to indulge myself.
I hated even the idea of traveling, so the compromise was for me to take home with me. I LOVED it! A shame we couldn’t reach Las Vegas for the convention. It was designed for doggy comfort. A cherry queen anne table sat to the right of my passenger chair, with cushions for the lucky dogs to cuddle close. Everything fitted into plastic bins for traveling, with more doggy beds on top. Cushions on the bedroom desk ledge let them look out the window while traveling. It was definitely designed for them.
We did genealogy, going to the graves of my relatives and visiting research libraries. It turns out that Henry Livingston’s grandson became the IL Senator and Chief Justice of the IL Supreme Court, so he has his own big archive collection. I was able to find old family letters Henry had written to his fiance that were sent to the grandson when they divided up Henry’s estate after his death. Also, when the grandson first left home, Henry wrote him letter after letter giving him advice, from the point of view of a judge, of how to be a good and moral lawyer. The grandson practiced law at the same time as Lincoln in the same circuit.
I loved the campground owners and the people we met. Wonderful stories. So many backgrounds so you learned something new all the time. Didn’t matter the size of the RV or the size of the tent. Everyone was the same and part of an extended family. Walks and flowers and fresh air. And I still got to go home every night.
Staying a month sounds perfect. You get to find the best driveins and take out, the little nooks the locals usually don’t bother with. I love people, too. I hope you can go back to some of the places you passed thru that looked intriguing. And at the perfect times of year.