Years ago, on our first RV trip, we found ourselves boondocking on BLM land in Arizona in a place that fits the description, “the middle of nowhere”. The story of what happened there is one I’ve often repeated since – whenever we’re asked if we've feared for our safety or had any bad experiences when camped so far from civilization.
A few years ago, while visiting one of my 80 first cousins in Holland, I found out her husband had just returned from a two-week RV trip in Canada with his adult son. With so many cousins, we often have overseas relatives come to Ontario to visit, but their trip had a different purpose. They wanted a unique father-son adventure.