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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 Run-A-Muck, where the stories are true (mostly), the laughter’s real, and the next adventure is always waiting just over the hill.
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RV Camping Lessons at Loft Mountain: Gray Tanks, Dogs, and Mother’s Day
Another Weeble Rule Is Born
As I have said before, some things happen to all RVers sooner or later.
This week, we had another one of those moments.
Actually, it was more like one of those moments that looked at us, cracked its knuckles, and said, “You thought you were getting good at this, didn’t you?”
All RVs have sensors in their holding tanks. Most of the time, they work pretty well. After my previous initiation involving the stinky slinky, I had made a firm decision that we were not going to have another problem in that department.
No sir.
Not this guy.
I was now an experienced RV sanitation professional.
At least in my own mind.
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