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A bit of history to begin  this page would be in order I believe.

This page is for RVing rather than  camping in its true form, so I will be saving a lot of space as I have been  camping for sixty years now. From these years of experience  I have become a 1%'er of a traveler. A lot of you will not adhere to our way of life, the fashion  that we  function as a pair of roadrunners, but then just mebbe a few might relate, at least in part.

Our first adventure in RVing, which it was not called back then, was in a modified '59 Ford station wagon. It was as rustic as a covered wagon, probably less comfortable but it got the job done. We used it primarily for fishing from different piers along the St. Lawrence River.

Some years later our daughter bought a 1972 VW Westfalia in Germany and we took off in it. This was a trip! Up on the Autobahn at 55 mph was absolutely leaving our destiny in the hands of other drivers who were passing us without even noticing us. We took that thing across the Swiss and Italian Alps, breezing up the switchbacks at a cool 10 mph. I remember in Munich there were fourteen Westies lined up in a campground, so tooling down the road at the speed of a little blue-haired old lady in a Buick was the accepted thing for us VW's.

Back home we found a clean 1975 Westfalia, which "needed a bit of work", said the owner. If you want to empty your bank account, try purchasing one of those old air-suckers...they will uphold their reputation, believe me, they not only suck air they can suck your billfold. That was a class vehicule though, and we kept it seven years and sold it just as the bailiff was coming up the walk! It was named ''Murphy's Law''.

Then we went big time......sold all the duct tape we had acquired for the West, all the baling wire, the spare parts and bought a brand spanking new modified GMC Safari. This was heaven! I mean, it felt so good to put the key in the switch and not have to worry if it was going to fire up or not. We even had heat in there and no longer would school buses take us out in a drag at a streetlight. We took a trip across country to San Francisco. Forty-seven nights on the road, and it cost us fifty-one dollars in "sleeping fees". Never took a campground. Three years later we turned it in for a new one, much better equipped and a hundred thousand miles less on the odometer.

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