I live on a major US highway — the only thing that keeps that from being hell is that it’s not a major highway many people use. It goes from one empty rural area through several others over a high mountain pass with no sexy destinations (such as Aspen) to its terminus on the Navajo reservation. For two months of the year — Memorial Day to Labor Day — I get to see the latest in recreational vehicles.
Gone is the Skamper, a low-budget camping solution whose time has gone (1980s…)
My favorite is the caravan beginning with a motorhome (costing several times the value of my house) pulling a Hummer (or equivalent) on the back of which is a rack carrying bicycles. I call it the “Descent of Wheels.” I’ve even seen one pulling two cars — a 4WD and a little electric car (on which were fastened bicycles). I get it. If I’d had my wits about me when I retired, I’d be one of those guys instead of what I am, a little old lady with a lawn mower.
BTW, there was scamperage in my backyard last night. Bear caught a mouse as it was scampering around doing mouse things.