The day I realized my RV had a storage problem, I was standing in the kitchen holding a cast iron skillet with nowhere to put it. I had already moved it from the oven to the counter to the dinette bench and back to the oven. Meanwhile, a whole outside bay sat half empty, and…
My first winter parked in one spot, I woke up to a frozen water line and a floor that felt like a skating rink. The trailer’s underbelly was basically open to the wind, and every cold gust was blowing straight under my feet. A neighbor two sites over, a retired electrician named Walt, walked over…
The first night I slept in a camper, I woke up at 2 a.m. to a sound like someone shaking a bag of silverware inside a dryer. It was a cabinet. Every pot, lid, and jar I owned had migrated to the front of it while we drove, and the whole pile had decided to…
The first time I stepped inside our 19-foot camper, I counted the storage: four cabinets, one closet the width of a pizza box, and a dinette that seemed designed by someone who had never owned a coat. The interior was beige. Everything was beige. Even the light, which came from a single yellowish dome fixture,…
For our first full season in the trailer, my entire outdoor setup was two folding chairs and a cooler that doubled as a table. Every evening I’d sit there feeling vaguely dissatisfied, staring at a rectangle of gravel and wondering why other people’s campsites looked like magazine spreads. It took a rainy weekend in Oregon,…
The first time I set up a 10×10 pop-up canopy next to our travel trailer, I skipped the stakes because the sky was clear and I was in a hurry to get the coffee going. A gust picked the whole thing up and walked it across two campsites before I’d finished my first cup. A…
For our first whole summer at a seasonal site, our “outdoor living room” was two folding chairs on a patch of gravel and a plastic table that tipped every time someone set down a drink. Every evening I’d carry my coffee out, sit on a wobbling chair with the gravel crunching under my sandals, and…
The first shower I took in our used travel trailer, I hit my elbow on the wall, knocked the shampoo off a plastic shelf that then cracked in half, and stepped out onto a bathmat that was soaked before I’d even dried off. The bathroom was 3 feet by 5 feet, cream plastic on every…
The first time I walked into our used camper, everything was a shade of tan I can only describe as “old dental office.” Tan cabinets, tan valances, a tan-and-brown floral cushion pattern that belonged to somebody’s grandmother in 1998. I stood there with a cup of gas station coffee and thought, I cannot sleep here…