The Leviathan of Our Dreams

Okay. So it's not quite a Leviathan. The Leviathans of the RV world are the Class A types, the beasts that are up to 45 feet long and tall enough that the drivers have to remember to check the height of highway overpasses. The beast we bought is a Class C that's large enough to have an actual bedroom but still small enough to fit into campsites at older rustic campgrounds at state parks and on national forests. Not sure just what the height of the beast is, but it's definitely lower than the true leviathans.

It is, of course, a used vehicle with a fair number of miles on it. It is not, however, a Randy Quaid/Cousin Eddie special. This one was clean and reasonably well-maintained. The guy we bought it from used it to take his kids camping -- sort of. It was more like a portable beach house. He'd park it at a local marina close to the swimming area for the summer. When we looked at it, one of the storage spaces was still crammed full of beach toys. The interior showed wear but was clean -- no evidence it had ever served as a party bus. It also fell right at the price point we had in mind, so once we saw it, it pretty much became a case of "cash or check?"

It does need some minor work, like replacing some latches on cabinet doors and figuring out how to keep one of the curtain rods from coming lose when the vehicle hits a bump in the road, but considering what we paid for it, we're happy. Now to start researching campground host/Volunteer in Park gigs for January-February-March.