The Campground Effect: Where Disgruntled People Disappear

Last week in Nashville, I met a full-timer named Mike who was camped next to us. Over a couple of days, we fell into that easy rhythm that happens in campgrounds. I borrowed his RV cleaning supplies to get some of the Michigan rod and salt gunk off our fifth wheel, we shared stories, visited back and forth the way neighbors used to do before suburban privacy fences went up. Then Mike said something about the RV Lifestyle that’s been rattling around in my head ever since. “I’ve never met disgruntled people in a campground.” I stood there holding his cleaning solution, letting that sink in. Never?Read More