As Paul Young used to sing, "wherever I lay my hat, that’s my
home." We are now singing: wherever I park my RV, that’s my home.
RV parking can mean quite a few things:
Dry camping in the middle of nowhere – parking lot parking
in your local friendly Walmart (one night it was actually Sam’s Club) – the good
old RV park where it’s time to empty your tanks and restock fresh water – and then
there’s the RV resort, Ahh the RV resort. Here is a short pictorial of our RV
resorts. It can be rough, but somebody’s gotta do it.
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