Welcome to Camp Weeble
Home of Captain Weeble’s Travels
You’ve found our little campsite on the web — pull up a chair, grab a drink, watch your step around the fire ring, and make yourself at home.
Camp Run-A-Muck Campfire — the warmest welcome to Captain Weeble’s Travels
I’m Captain Weeble, your camp host, storyteller, part-time RV mechanic, and full-time RV philosopher. This site is where we share our travels, campground tales, and the occasional “what-were-we-thinking” moments that happen when the road takes an unexpected turn. You’d be surprised what kind of wisdom shows up after a few hundred miles and a couple of campfire conversations.
Here you’ll find trip reports, photos, and the occasional campfire reflection from life on the road. Some days everything runs like a dream, and other days the refrigerator goes on strike, the awning takes flight, or the GPS thinks we’re a boat — but that’s all part of the adventure. And, of course, whatever else pops into my head along the way. So settle in by the fire, grab a drink of your choice, listen to the night sounds, and tag along as we wander from one beautiful mess to the next.
So we welcome you to Camp Weebles, where the stories are true (mostly), the laughter’s real, and the next adventure is always waiting just over the hill.
Latest from the Blog
Enjoy the newest post below — use the arrows to hop between posts.
Little Beaver to Beckley: A Coal Mine Adventure
Day 3 at Little Beaver: Coal Mines, Waze, and Another Challenge to the RV Gods
Day 3 at Little Beaver started the way most mornings do at Camp Weeble—with Sophie acting as the official alarm clock.
Her alarm tone is a very dainty little whine.
This, of course, wakes up Buster and Pennie. We try to ignore the Sophie alarm, but unfortunately, Sophie was not equipped with a snooze button.
Eventually, Mrs. Weeble gives in and starts the morning routine. She hooks up the dogs, then goes back inside to get the girls’ pills ready and fill the food bowls. By this point, she usually has six little eyes staring through the Weeblemobile door, closely monitoring her progress.
Once breakfast has been served to the canine residents of Camp Weeble, Mrs. Weeble moves on to the most important part of her morning—a cup of coffee.
She puts a K-Cup in the coffee maker, fills the water reservoir, pushes the button, and waits for her morning elixir of calm to appear. Then she settles into a chair with her iPad and enjoys the morning.
Eventually, I get up.
Now, you would think that being on a camping trip, I would immediately fire up the Blackstone.
You would be wrong.
I fired up the microwave.
Having electricity is wonderful.
I made us breakfast burritos.
I know what you’re thinking.
Breakfast burritos from the microwave while camping?
They’re getting soft.
Well…maybe.
But I had cooked sausage and eggs on the Blackstone the morning before, so we haven’t gone completely soft yet.
Continue reading “Little Beaver to Beckley: A Coal Mine Adventure”