Complaints from RVers About Other RVers

Complaints from RVers About Other RVers

We are members of quite a few RVing groups on Facebook, and they are a great source of information, and they have a lot of experienced RVers to answer your questions. The groups are 90% useful and 10% grumpy farts. There’s always a handful that have to throw poo like they skipped a step in the evolutionary process…

So, I’m going to talk about the complaints I have seen the most from RVers about other RVers. You can use the information to avoid pissing people off – or to make it a lot worse if you don’t care how bunchy their panties get.

Kids Having Fun
Seriously, this is a complaint that I have seen more than once. What we full-timers need to remember is that this is our life. We get to stay at these parks, travel, and relax or explore whenever and however we like. The weekenders or vacationers are trying to make the best of the limited time they have before they have to go back to work. Have some patience! Take a good listen to a kids’ laughter – it could be contagious!

Gee, Mr. Wilson. Unknot your drawers.

Unleashed Dogs
First, we are dog owners. We have two full-sized dogs that you can learn all about them here. Second, your dogs should ALWAYS be on leash when outside. That is the rule 99% of the time, so follow it. If your dog is amazingly well-behaved then congratulations, and they shouldn’t mind being on a leash because they are so amazingly well-behaved. Also, it makes my dogs jealous that yours are off leash and mine are all dressed up with them. Stop making my dogs jealous. Just follow the rules.

It’s really not that hard to follow the rules…

People Walking Through Your Campsite
Okay, I gotta go with the grumpy farts on this one. If it’s isn’t your campsite, stay out of it.

I feel a little violated just reading the sign.

“They have their generator on all night long.” “It’s so loud.” “The fumes come in my window.” Okay okay, okay. I get it. You are probably out RVing because you like the outdoors; because nature sounds and smells better than a city every time. But we all travel differently. We don’t own a generator, but have some great portable solar panels. BUT we do not use much power. No TV, no microwave, etc. We’ve gotten annoyed by a generator a time or two, but having a camping neighbor come tell us about his heart monitor that needs charged often (he is on the heart transplant list) reminded us that we don’t know what other people got going on in their lives, so we probably shouldn’t gripe about any of them…well, maybe a few of them. 

You can gripe about these guys.

LINKS on RVing Etiquette (I do not necessarily agree with all of these, or any of them, but thought I would share other opinions too, even though mine is really the only one that matters.

10 Commandments of RV Etiquette  

Campground Etiquette

RV Etiquette

Traveling Safely

Traveling Safely

We live in a beautiful, vast country, and we are lucky enough to be able to travel as much as we like. We are able to witness the spacious skies, the amber waves of grain, the purple mountain majesties, and the fruited plains.

However, “the murder rate in our country is the highest it’s been in 47 years, right?” Well…no, not right at all, but safety can be a concern when you travel and live in a sixteen foot tin can on wheels. So, what advice can we offer? Run! Hide!

Is it gone??

Just kidding. We don’t have a lot of advice, but we do have a few things that we try to follow to keep ourselves (and our four-legged kids) as safe as possible.

Check out the campground…or wherever it is that you are parking for the night.

When you first pull in, take some time to wander around a bit to get the vibe of the place, the people, etc. Don’t unhook and set up camp until you’re sure that you feel comfortable. If you have a gut feeling that you shouldn’t stick around – then don’t. Drive on down the road until you find a place that your gut feels better with. (Or maybe you just have to poop? Perhaps you should check that first!)

I know…I seem to be taking you on an unexpected journey.

Pay attention to your four-legged family members

Our dogs are our family. We cuddle them, we love them, we clean up their poo…basically we are hauling around some 90lb furry toddlers. But our toddlers are as useful, as they are adorable. They bark. Sometimes more than we would like them too, but we can almost always guarantee that when they are barking, it’s because strange things are afoot at the Circle K. They are reliable enough that we will always stop to listen, look, and pay attention to our surroundings. Sometimes it’s just a raccoon trying to get into the dog food container, sometimes it’s people, or a car – and those times are good to pay attention to – and listen to your gut.

So far my barking has saved my mom and dad from being murdered by 40 mailmen, 16 UPS drivers, 3 Girl Scouts, and 1 sketchy looking plastic bag – and yet they remain ungrateful.

If one, or both, of us feels off – we go.

No questions asked! If Mr. Write on the Road is having that gut feeling, but I am not – I don’t question him, and it goes the same the other way. He listens to my gut, just as much as I listen to his – (insert fart joke). And although “gut feelings” can be wrong – it does better to pay attention, than to ignore. Example: We were staying at a state campground in New Mexico, and had settled in for the night. I heard some scraping sounds, and asked the Mr. what he thought it was. Oh, probably just the dogs scraping their nails while dreaming. I felt okay with that, and we drifted off to our own dreams. The next morning a campground neighbor came over to see if we were missing anything. Of course we were. Our hiking backpack and our folding pick/shovel. The thieves stole a hammock and some brand new, expensive fishing poles from our neighbors. If the Mr. and I had listened to my gut feeling (along with my superb listening skills), we could have saved ourselves, and another RVer, from the hassle of filing a police report – even knowing that we wouldn’t see our stuff again. Point is – Listen to your gut!

What’s that I hear?!

Packing heat?

Our home state, Oregon, is an open carry state. You don’t need a license to carry as long as it is visible. But we got our concealed permit anyway. However, that doesn’t do us much good in other states. We’re in California right now, and they have stricter laws when it comes to firearms. So while we are down here, we can’t carry the weapon in the vehicle (well, you can – but the weapon has to be in one location in the vehicle, and the ammo has to be stored in another location, as physically far away from the weapon as possible). But we have the legal right to have protection in our domicile, which is our tin can on wheels. Basically, owning and carrying a firearm is a personal choice, but if you do choose to, make sure to research the laws for each state you are visiting. And be careful – don’t let your gut feelings make you a trigger happy asshole.  

Upper Lake Creek – Our First Dry Camp

First Dry Camp – Upper Lake Creek/Hult Reservoir

We went looking for Upper Lake Creek Park near Blachly, OR, which is a BLM park in the middle of nothing but trees. The park itself is so small that we actually missed it the first time by. It is just a small pull-out on the side of the road with bathrooms. There are a few tent sites available at the park, but no room for a small trailer; so we went exploring.  

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What we found was a really old logging landing. It doesn’t sound glamorous, but it was pretty grown over and very, very private. Milo and Rusty were able to be let loose off of their leashes and run until they couldn’t run anymore. They loved it!

The hubby and I were able to relax and get some very important reading done; The Shining by Stephen King for him, and American Gods by Neil Gaiman for me. 

Most of our time there was sunny and warm with a slight breeze and it was so relaxing that I started to wonder if I was going to turn into a sloth, but I decided that I was too lazy for that.

I will consider our first dry camp a success, even though we didn’t stay as long as we intended. We went through water faster than we thought we would, but that was because we had to give Rusty a bath. The red one found a pile of crap in the forest and rolled around in it like a mud wrestler with a wedgie.



We couldn’t have open flame fires up there due to it being fire season, so all food was cooked in the trailer but there was still plenty of outdoor fun with walks, cleaning up other people’s garbage and finding a creek in the forest for the dogs to jump in (wish we had found that before the poop fiasco…)

The rain (Oregon!) did move in and it got pretty cold. Too cold for whiny ol’ me to not have a heater, (the hubby will tell you all about fixing the furnace as soon as he fixes the furnace…) so we packed up and moved back to Honeyman State Park where they welcomed us with open arms and slug art.


Also, if you happen to find yourself in Florence, OR and needing to do laundry go by Linda’s Thrift Store and 37th Street Laundry. They have an affordable coin-op laundry mat, a thrift store, showers, WiFi, and a laundromat cat.




First Stop…20 Minutes Away!

Since our adult children are venturing off into their first apartment, for their sake (that’s a lie…it’s for mom’s sake), we are planning on staying in the northwest until the spring so that we are still close by in case of any emergencies (like mom needs to hug them.)

Our first campground is William Tugman State Park in Lakeside, OR. It’s only a 20 minute drive from where we live, but neither of us have ever camped there before. We did a drive by today, and it is a lovely campground with a beautiful lake. (For the super cool people out there like me, the park also has two Pokestops and a gym!)

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Just a few more days and we will officially be on the road full time!