When pulling out from Moccasin Creek SP today, I had to move around the loop to reach the dump station. As I pulled up and started to take care of dumping, another person pulled up behind me, and asked if I minded if he watched as he had never dumped before—it was his first trip out in a TT after always camping in a pop up. I said no problem, and talked to him a few minutes and then went back and gave a few tips on his unit.
While I was doing that, another camper in a Jayco, but who was staying for the weekend, came up to Marsha and started ranting about how attractive the Montana is and how his wife had fallen in love with them. As I walked back, he was saying that he had to get a little more of the new off of his Jayco before he could trade, but that he was very impressed with them.
After dumping, I went on back around the loop—someone was already in “our” site—and had to stop because someone else was blocking the road, waiting for another site to come open. Marsha went down to ask if he could go around the loop so we could get the Montana by. He apologized for blocking us in and pulled around. As he made the turn to start around the loop, he threw up his hand, and, with a big smile, hollered, “Drive safely!”
Now, not every RVer is easy to get along with, but a good portion of them are easily approachable, and it does not take much to strike up a conversation. Marsha is accusing me of yapping too much when out camping, but I am finding this to be one of the better aspects of RVing, sort of like the time spent here! It is one of the intangibles that make the experience—
and life—just a little more pleasant!