I remember on our trip out west we got waylaid in Kansas City with winds that just wouldn't end. Never mind we were in the fugliest campground I remember, after four days, and forecasts (and locals) who told us it wasn't going to change, we loaded up and went.

Filled the water tank, filled the gas tank, filled the propane tank, and did not dump either the grey water or black tanks for two days, and if I could have figured out a way to add more weight I would have.

And driving down the Interstate, I swear there we a couple of times when it was like a huge fist punched the rig in the side and I skipped over half a lane. There are a couple things I don't want to do again (driving through Yosemite is another) and that's one of them.

(36' DP with a scooter in the front and a toad behind.)