Well let’s just say we didn’t plan. We also didn’t know how to RV. Having never camped, we set out for “the freedom of the road” The first campground was a little mom and pop place near Charleston, SC on a little grass pad. We had already hit a fire hydrant and a couple other brain dead “Yeah we don’t know what we are doing” mistakes. Did you know that when an RV is at sea level, after five days of rain, it begins to sink? We didn’t either. You don’t sink evenly, but we hadn’t mastered leveling yet, so what did we care? This is the moral of the first month: there are always people there to help you. Full time RV people are an odd lot. We now count ourselves in this family, but didn’t then. A couple of toothless shrimpers, living in the campground full time came to our aid. They showed up with a couple of 2X6’s and some shrimp (caught that morning and the size of tennis balls) and saved the day. We met some fantastic down to earth weirdos. A woman who had lost her home in the recession living in a pop-up. A hairdresser and her son leaving the third shitty husband. A traveling nurse in a Winnebago shaking up with a shrimper with more tattoos than my husband (which is a lot) Real people. Broken people. Happy people. It took us four days before our Oprah AH HA moment so stay tuned.