It was when I learned the difference between parking an RV at a campground and pitching a tent was less than $5.00 I decided these old bones of mine were ready for softer camping. I've camped on both coasts of this country of ours and in most of the provincial parks in Ontario, canoed several hundred miles, and gone on long drives but process of pitching a tent nightly and taking it down again—particularly when it's wet—has lost its lustre. The struggles to cook meals and those nocturnal strolls after crawling out of a warm sleeping bag don't help either. By comparison life in an RV was supposed to be easier.
Having just spent over an hour at them I'm here to tell you that there are chores in paradise. Upon arrival at a camp site the first order of business is ensuring the Motorhome is level. Lacking a million-dollar bus that does this at the push of a button I'm learning the hard way. Rather than roll up a sleeping bag I now have two beds to make up and I must say that I've never bonked my head on the roof of my tent. My RV has twelve, count 'em, 12 windows to clean and although it's pleasant to not have to go for cold walks at night pumping out two holding tanks seems to take forever. And, whereas a tent can be picked up and shaken, even turned inside out my RV must be swept and the floor washed.
On the other hand none of my three tents came with a furnace—though a propane light does a decent job. And tonight I'm listening to classical music while I dine. And no tent comes with a TV and DVD player and the power to run them.
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