Dry camping, boondocking, wild camping – whatever you call it, it’s basically camping without electric, sewer, or water hook-ups. Some of the advantages to this type of camping is that you can pretty much go anywhere that is accessible to your rig. One of the reasons we decided to purchase a motor home to begin with is so we could take our business to craft shows and festivals that were a little further away from home without camping facilities. We can sleep in a bed we have outfitted the way we like to sleep, we can cook the kinds of food we like to eat, and we can travel with our pets. There are a lot of advantages to taking your mini home on wheels along with you.
Currently, we are in PA doing the York Folk and Fine Arts Show. It opened Friday night with very sparse traffic, and Saturday all day was the same. For many hours, hardly a soul could be seen walking the aisles. It was a long, rainy, cold day. We did get to meet some other really nice vendors, got some recommendations for other shows, and got some intel on why the show we are at currently is not doing well. I was also able to make use of the time to work on some designs for custom orders, so at least I got to check that off the list.
After a long day in the event hall – we were thankful to be a few mere steps out the back door to our camper. I heated up the chili brought, and after a glass of wine or two and the hot food I was somewhat revived. We snuggled in and caught up with some of our favorite YouTubers. About 10 o’clock, Gary walked the dog and I got into bed, not feeling very well.
One of our biggest challenges personally when we dry-camp is running Gary’s C-Pap machine. We can run the generator but it’s pretty loud right by the bedroom. The first night he ran it off the coach batteries, but the second night he had cooked up a plan with the building maintenance man to plug in to an outside outlet. I was laying down, half-asleep listening to all manner of banging and cursing as he tried to get it hooked up. He’s 6’5″ going up and down camper steps – rock rock rock rock – as he pounds down four steps. Slam goes the door. He’s in our bedroom, an unskilled flashlight user, directing the beam of light right into my face. I wish I could say I pleasantly asked him to move it but as it was about the tenth rude awakening….
Finally, he’s asleep and I’m asleep wedged between him and Nutmeg who has decided that camping is the perfect reason to sleep with us. My dog allergy usually makes this a no-no as well as the fact that at home there are three, but I indulged her. A few hours of peaceful slumber came to an abrupt end when the pleasant sound of rain on the roof turned to heavy rain, violent shaking, and whistling wind. I laid there for half an hour or so listening and worrying. It sounded as if the outside of the camper was shredding. I finally got out of bed to find that the thermostat was off and there was hardly any power in the camper, nor could I start the generator. Gary got up to crank the engine in an effort to recharge the coach batteries. He went outside to inspect the exterior of the camper with his flashlight making sure to graze my eyes a time or two just because. A gust of wind nearly jerked all 300 pounds of him off the steps as he opened the door to go outside. The wind whistled and howled and Nutmeg sat bravely on my feet staring for daddy to come back while the camper pitched and swayed. Gary returned to report that all was well even if it hadn’t sounded that way. We considered moving the camper to the shelter of being closer to one of the surrounding buildings, and decided against it as it is a fire lane.
The wind died down and somewhere near 6 am the three of us settled back to sleep. The generator continued to stall throughout the next couple of hours. I’m now wide awake and partially caffeinated waiting for my companions to stir before I venture to wash my hair in the teensy bathroom.
There is so much still to learn, but we are getting a lot of opportunities to practice.