I spent my first weekend in my “new to me” RV this weekend. I have it set up on a permanent campsite right across the street from my parents RV. I grew up camping with my family. I can’t even begin to count the great memories I have from those days. I’ve always thought about giving my son the chance to have those same memories, so when my parents offered to sell me their old RV for a great price, I took them up on it!

     It rained all weekend. But that didn’t matter to my little guy, Aidan. He got to spend the entire weekend with daddy. No disruptions. No projects around the house to keep me busy. Just time to hang together. That’s what camping is all about to me. Time together. Could we have some quality time at home? Sure. But there just seems to be a real escape when you spend time camping. The clock seems to slow down a bit. The world doesn’t seem as busy when all you have to worry about at the moment is “what’s for supper” or “should we take a walk, or take a nap?” If you’ve ever camped, I’m sure you know exactly what I’m talking about : )