Love's RV Stops promise full hookups and real sites at a truck stop price of about $74 a night. We stayed in one with our Brinkley Model Z 3515 to find out what you actually get.
A two-day run from South Carolina to Louisville with no reservation, a 10-foot bridge with smashed RVs on its Google Maps photos, and the tightest campground we've ever squeezed our Brinkley into.
A "chill" two-hour hop from Tampa to Orlando turned into bent banana trees, a flying chair, a wind-speed research session, and the same embarrassing mistake we swore we'd never repeat. At least dinner was good.
320 miles from the Smoky Mountains to South Carolina, hitch-up to after-dark arrival, with every stop in between. This is the travel day nobody puts in the highlight reel.
Our second national park ever started with our most stressful travel day yet: mountain turns, a first tunnel with the RV, rain, and a last-minute campground switch. Then the Smokies gave us waterfalls, a snake on the trail, and the climb to Arch Rock.
Our first national park ever, and we brought 40 feet of fifth wheel up steep mountain roads and a gravel campground drive to get there. Overlooks, the Endless Wall Trail, and tacos and tequila to close it out.
Our first travel day after months parked: a to-do list that kept growing, a crossing of the Mackinac Bridge, and a Walmart parking job that turned into a marriage exercise.
We put the Brinkley into storage mode, flew out of Chicago to Brazil for Fabiola's graduation, and gave you the full tour of our other home, electric shower and all.
Fifteen minutes into a three-hour travel day, our trailer lights and brakes started cutting out. What roadside assistance actually did for us, what it couldn't, and how we limped to Wisconsin before dark.
A Cracker Barrel overnight where a truck nearly boxed us in, our first fuel stop with the RV hitched, a campsite made of mud, and a parking-lot haircut. This is the unfiltered week.
Our first Cracker Barrel overnight, the actual numbers from our CAT scale weigh-in, some math about water weight, and an insect invasion that hitched a ride from the last campground.
After two months parked, we hit the road to weigh the rig at a CAT scale. Stuck chocks, a hitching refresher, and a parking lot on a hill that lifted our wheels clean off the ground.
Moving day in the middle of our 15-day boondocking challenge: a failed water stop at Love's, our first CAT scale weigh-in, exotic animals at Safari Wilderness, and Fabiola's first drive in the F-350.
Our very first RV travel day: 300 miles, broken dishes, a dead end, a tiny state park dump station, and one stop sign that never saw us coming. Every mistake, unedited.
Five days, four states, one brand-new Ford F350 Platinum, and a whole lot of snow. Our drive from Michigan to Florida to inspect our Brinkley Z3515, dealership mistakes included.
