For the first four months we owned our travel trailer, I walked through a door I hated at least twenty times a day. It was a builder-beige slab with a tiny scratched window and a handle that looked like it came from a gas station restroom. Everything else inside had been painted, swapped, and styled,…
On our first night in a campground, I stood in the dark at 9 p.m. holding a water hose that was the wrong color, a power cord that didn’t reach, and a flashlight with dying batteries. My husband was inside, laughing. We had spent weeks researching the RV itself, and almost no time thinking about…
Three weeks into living in our 32-foot travel trailer, I opened the cabinet above the stove after a 200-mile drive and found a full bottle of olive oil lying on its side, cap loose, sitting on top of a bag of flour. Cleaning that up took an hour. Replacing the flour was easy; the lesson…
The first winter in our camper, I stood in the kitchen at 6 a.m. with my breath showing, watching the propane furnace cycle on and off and drain a 30-pound tank in barely three days. Every time it kicked in, it sounded like a leaf blower in a tin can. That was the morning I…
I once spent a whole Saturday hanging a gorgeous ceramic wall planter in our camper. It looked like something out of a magazine. Then we drove forty minutes on a gravel road, and I opened the door to find it in three pieces on the dinette bench, soil everywhere. That was the day I stopped…
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…
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,…
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…