'The Art Of Being A Great Canadian, Eh?' - Part 5

The Magical RV, Holiday Adventures on Four Large Wheels
When affluence sets in to the average great Canadian they vow to never feel a rain drop again, never have to start another camp fire, never set up a crappy tent, never share a dirty washroom, never to eat a burnt or raw cold meal again, never, never…you get the picture. After reading the previous plights of the beginner camper in part 1 through 4 I am sure you totally agree. The affluent will do anything to never endure that pain again yet are still lured out to the very same special places that no one will ever know about. So they head out to the local RV dealer and spend whatever it takes to do it right! They do not question spending upwards of one hundred thousand dollars or more to carry on the great Canadian tradition. The man caresses and cleans his RV all winter long in anticipation of that special day. They then plan what goes, place it in the appropriate hideaways and it sits all prepped & ready with everything-a-go for that great Canadian journey on the first long weekend in May. The day arrives. Insurance in place, gas tanks full, secure the house and we are on our way. About an hour into the drive is when you start to notice traffic getting heavier. They are going the same way as us. Your spouse notices in amusement there are other RV’s quite similar to yours. (Do you ever notice after you purchase something special everybody seems to have one?) Pretty soon it is apparent there are not one, two, or three RV’s on the road like yours but hundreds, then thousands. About two hundred miles out is when it hits you like a ton of bricks you are in a convoy of RV’s all moving at the same speed like a military parade but without the music. Upon arrival to your special campsite location which is now somewhat restricted to the ‘RV’s’ section it is then you see that it was smart to reserve your special spot. They are filled with RV’s (doesn’t anyone stay home anymore?). You slowly place yourself into position, hook up the accessories and your home for three glorious days of fishing…right? The entire weekend turns out to be clear, hot weather making it difficult to stay idle inside the RV, the fish aren’t biting because it’s too hot (they bite in the rain here!), the neighbors German shepherd dog loves to pee on your tires at all times, there are fire & water restrictions in place not including the campsite bylaw rules of which include pet, fire, noise, nuisances, touching, walking…you name it. And all this comes with a large fee for the privilege of being in such a lovely spot. God it’s great to be Canadian, eh?
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