I Am FMCA
I had lived 30-some years in the Pacific Northwest, and had become used to being saturated to the bone. One winter day, an opportunity arose to do a work assignment in San Diego, California. With thoughts of losing my webbed feet, I packed up the motorhome and headed south, not knowing what I was getting into.
Frank recalls his lifelong love of camping and RVing.
As a child, I camped with my folks during our annual two-week summer vacation. We used a six-man, World War II surplus tent. I later did a lot of camping on the way to my Eagle Scout badge. I even used World War II pup tents when I was in the Army in the 1950s…
My husband, Gary, and I both started camping when we were young. I remember waking up on a deflated air mattress with water around me. My mother, sisters, and I gathered our soggy belongings and scrambled into our uncle’s house for the night. I grew a dislike for tenting after this. Gary spent time tent camping with his father during hunting season.