After leaving Maine, we had two days to kill on our way to Saratoga Springs to meet up with my cousin Karla and our Gruncle Bill who were also camping. Keep in mind that this was the start of the Fourth of July holiday and we had no reservations anywhere. There were several first come first serve campsites along the way back through the white mountains, but everyone that we came across was full. We thought that we would be OK leaving at 7:30 AM, but again we were wrong. After about 2 hours on the road, we came across a campground that was not marked on the map. It was called Big Rock. I pulled in and to my delight found several vacant sites. There was no pond, no river, and a bit of road noise, but it certainly beat a Walmart parking lot which was certain to be our next stop. We happily paid our $20 and found a site that suited us. Soon after, the rain began and continued through the entire day. Kristi took the opportunity to run into the nearest town and do some laundry. Colby went along knowing that the town had Internet coverage and our campground had none. While Kristi did laundry, Colby downloaded a few movies that we could watch later in the motor home.

Hunter and I remained back at the RV. Hunter stayed in the RV studying for his medical school entrance exam and I once again parked myself under the awning writing as the rain hammered us. At times it got to be too much for the awning to handle and I retreated to the RV, but most of my afternoon was spent under the awning churning out another chapter in my novel. During a brief reprieve from the storm a walked down to the camp host who happened to have the same exact motorhome as we did. He was a broken down old dude who had been the camp host for 16 years. We swapped war stories about all the problems what we have experienced with our respective rigs. Many of which we shared in common. He gave me a few tips and I was able to offer a few of my own. The main difference between us was that he bought his rig new in 2003 for a bit over $200K. In the past 14 years he has put a grand total of 15K miles on it traveling from his home in Rhode Island to this campground where he spends his summers. I bought our RV two years ago for about 160K less and have since put about 20K miles on it. I am not trying to judge this guy but WTF? What is the point?. If you are going to park in a place all summer long, then please buy a trailer not a $200K motor home. He readily admitted his mistake and said that he is about ready to sell her. Unfortunately living under the trees in a forest has taken a toll on his rig. It looked like crap, had several leaks that were destroying the inside and was otherwise close to junk. I offer this story not as a judgment on this dude. I offer it as a piece of advice. If you are going to make the investment in an RV , be sure that it is the right camper for your needs.   This was not the right camper for his needs and he is now $200K lighter as a result of not thinking through his needs vs. his wants. Motor homes are terrible investments for 90% of people.

  • If it is a cross country trip you are looking for… Rent one.
  • If it is local camping that you are doing….. buy a tow behind camper
  • If you are looking to do year after year of cross country camping like we do than perhaps a motorhome is your best choice, but consider the decision wisely. It is a major financial decision and a huge pain in the ass. You had better love it as much as we do.

Anyway…..Back on topic. On our second day the rain let up and Colby and I went Zip lining through the White Mountains. It was a super sketchy course that a bunch of locals set up. With that said, it was so much fun. Sure there were points at which we could have died, but that only added to the fun. We had a great day that ended with some over cooked burgers by the campfire.

Colby’s “Oh Shit” face