"Go North" chronicles their travels over six months driving north through Canada, Alaska, to the Arctic Ocean. Adventure met them every step of the way, from wildlife encounters and remote dirt roads to Northern Lights and glacier explorations.
Cold and snow used to signal the end of the camping season. But more and more RVers are discovering just how fun winter camping can be. Skiing, sledding, snowball fights, ice fishing, and toasty campfires are just some of the fantastic activities to be enjoyed.
The secret's out. More and more people are experiencing the joy of camping. Since 2014 there has been a 72% increase in the number of campers who camp three or more times a year. There are over 77 million camping households in the US, and every year 1 million new families start camping.
Every single camping trip I've ever taken, I forget to pack something. It doesn't matter how long I plan, how many times I go over my list, or how often I check the camper cupboards and drawers; something is left sitting on the garage floor when I pull out.
When you're camping, not everything goes to plan. Sometimes it rains, sometimes you forget to fill the propane tank, and sometimes you fall out of the camper and sleep in the grass. But sometimes you see the Milky Way by the fire with your mom. Sometimes you hear the howl of a coyote or the "whooooo" of an owl off in the distance. And sometimes you learn you're more capable then you thought. You learn a little more about the depth of your self-worth and identity.
In 15 years, I have decided that RVers are the best people out there. I see posts on social media about how awful it is to work in customer service, and that is not my experience at all. Maybe because service is essential in Truma’s business philosophy, I am passionate about the fact that I can turn an unhappy customer calling for help into a lifetime enthusiastic (Truma) customer, just because I made a difference.
It had been about a week since I’d needed anything out of the deep freezer, and as I lifted the lid, the most pungent, foul smell filled my nose. It almost made me gag. My deep freeze was a soupy mess of melted popsicles, mushy chicken, thawed hamburger, soggy corn dogs, and ruined bags of frozen fruit.
Every year or two, we would take a vacation to a major destination. Disney, Myrtle Beach, New York, Minnesota, Wisconsin Dells. None of these trips hold more of a place in my heart than those covered in canvas. Those weekends in our old canvas tent were the best.
The world is getting smaller. Traveling to the most remote places on the globe has become commonplace. But it has come with a price. A price many of us didn’t realize until we put the world on pause.