After 11 years RVing, I'm starting over


It was my third day RVing Ireland, and I hadn't slept much.

I'd been driving five hours a day with my passenger-side tire riding the painted white line, less than three inches of cushion before I was off the road entirely. The lanes weren't really lanes. They were closer to bike lanes with paint.

Marissa was watching the side mirror and repeating one word: over, over, over. GPS couldn't be trusted, so the paper road atlas lived on her lap.

Eleven more days of this ahead of me.

By the end of two weeks, I had a strange thought sitting at a campground watching the rain. I've been doing this for eleven years. And right now I feel like I'm starting over as an RVer.

Here's the thing, though. The lessons from a rental motorhome in Europe aren't really about Europe. They're about every time the context of your RVing changes.

A new state you've never towed in.
A first trip with a new fifth wheel.
The jump from weekend trips to month-long ones.
The jump from snowbird routes to full time.

Every shift in context will hit you with the same kind of humility Ireland served me. So here are three rules I'd give to anyone heading into a new RV context, whether you're going overseas next year or just trying something new in your home state.

1. Find out what the words actually mean

When a fellow RVer tells you a road is "tight" or a campground is "tough to back into," ask what they mean. Words like tight, scenic, easy, and doable mean different things to different drivers. A 45-foot Class A diesel pusher's "tight" is not the same as a 25-foot travel trailer's "tight." A mountain-country RVer's "scenic" is not a flatlander's "scenic." The difference shows up at the worst possible moment.

I learned this the hard way in Ireland. I'd read the roads were tight. I assumed tight was relative. Tight actually meant my passenger tire would ride the painted line for hours and I'd scrape foliage on every left-hand curve. An hour of YouTube videos before I left would have changed that whole week.

The same goes for stale information. If a blog post says a Walmart or a Cracker Barrel allows overnight parking, check the date. Read the recent reviews. Boondocking spots get shut down. Corporate policies change. BLM land gets posted. Things change fast, and old advice is worse than no advice.

2. Take unknowns off the table where you can

Every drive day has variables. Some you can't control: weather, traffic, mechanical surprises, the three guys on motorcycles who decide to pass you on a blind curve going 20mph over the speed limit. Plenty of others you can control, with a little money and a little prep. Take those off the table.

Renting a manual motorhome in Europe would have saved me $200. I went automatic instead. Of everything I did wrong on that trip, that was the one thing I did right. I cannot imagine doing five hours of opposite-side driving on bike-lane roads while also shifting with my left hand.

The same principle works at home. Try an RV-specific GPS that steers you clear of weight-limited roads and steep grades. Install the TPMS so you know about the slow leak before it becomes a blowout. Splurge on the backup camera. Check the holiday calendar before you finalize your route. Presidents' Day and MLK weekend have a sneaky power to fill every campground in a 200-mile radius. None of these cost much. All of them shrink the unknown.

3. Match the rig to the trip's priority

When people ask me what RV to buy, the first question I ask back is: "What's your travel pace?" Because that answer should drive the whole decision. If you're moving every three to five nights, you need nimble. If you're parking for a month at a time, you can afford spacious.

Most people buy for the wrong pace and regret it for years.

The new full-timer who buys a 40-foot fifth-wheel for a fast-moving lifestyle will dread every drive day. The retiree who buys a 30-foot Airstream for a slow-snowbird lifestyle will wish for more living space by month two.

The rig has to match the rhythm.

I made the same mistake on a smaller scale in Ireland. I prioritized stretch-out comfort and got a 26-foot motorhome. But the trip was about castles, hikes, and landscape. The RV was just a place to sleep. Marissa, her sister Makenzie, and I would have been fine in a pop-top van, and I'd have slept a lot better for the two weeks.

The question isn't "What's the most comfortable RV I can afford?" It's "What's the most comfortable RV I can afford that fits my actual travel pace?" Those are very different questions.

4. Redefine the co-pilot's role

In the US, Marissa and I have a choreography for drive days. The night before, Marissa shares where we're headed next, and we talk through the route together. That same night, I punch the route into Google Maps and double-check it for low-hanging bridges. The next morning, we go. We barely have to talk.

In Ireland, none of that worked. GPS couldn't be trusted, so she rode shotgun for two weeks straight with the paper atlas on her lap, calling me back from the edge with one word: over, over, over. We fought. The stress got to both of us, and by the end of week one we were snapping over nothing.

Even the part of our marriage that runs on autopilot didn't translate. We had to relearn it together.

Eleven years in, and we're still learning each other.

5. The most experienced people are often the worst prepared.

Not because the experience isn't real. It is. But experience makes you skip the homework. The newbie watches every video, reads every blog post, asks every question on Facebook. The veteran trusts the gut. And the veteran gets humbled.

So if you're reading this from a couch in a sticks-and-bricks, waiting until you feel ready to hit the road full time, here's the bad news: you're not going to feel ready. Ever.

The roads of full-time life will always be tighter than you imagined. The boondocking situation will always have changed since you read about it. There will always be a variable you didn't think to account for.

And here's the good news: every full-timer I know, including me, started over once they actually hit the road. The real learning didn't happen before they went. It happened during. Experience is a starting point, not a finish line.

You don't need to know everything before you go. You need to know enough to go, and a backup plan for your backup plan once you get there.

Eleven years in, I'm still building those backup plans. So is everyone else. The veterans aren't done learning. They're just better at admitting it.

Until next time, see you down the road!

— Nathan

P.S. RVing Ireland (and Scotland) videos are heading to the YouTube channel soon, with every mistake I made laid out in detail (and there were a lot of them). If you're even thinking about doing this trip yourself, watch those first. It's the homework I wish I'd done.

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