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.
After a year and a half of full-timing with no real water filtration (and one campground with a lead warning taped to our door), we finally installed the Blu Tech AR3 three-stage filter on our Brinkley. Plus a midnight toilet flood we didn't plan on.
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.
A week of boondocking at our first Hipcamp farm, and the water bladder we'd hauled around unopened for over a year finally earns its keep: 24 gallons siphoned into the fresh tank. The full 7 days off-grid? That part didn't survive contact with reality.
We spent a day in the Brinkley section of the Tampa RV Super Show touring the new GX 3500, the Model Z Air 297, and the I 265, comparing each one to our own Model Z 3515 and coming away a little jealous.
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.
We boondocked in Brinkley's lot the night before a big service appointment, broke something new while parking, and picked up a rig with fresh wall panels and a brand-new fridge. Mostly a win.
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.
Six months of full-time RV life, every dollar counted: truck, campgrounds, groceries, internet, propane, and the theme park tickets we're not sorry about. Here's where the money actually went.
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.
A week at East Bank Campground on Lake Seminole: remote work with a lake view, a door that wasn't actually locked, a surprise leak in the passthrough, and a cave tour to finish it off.
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.
