My first experience sleeping in an RV came about around 4:00 am Sunday morning. Quickly running out of steam from a party that began before 10:00 am the previous day, I walked up to the lake house from the fire pit resting on the property’s lower level. As I ascended the wooded path between the levels of the property, I looked up at the sky to see starlight fading against a soft light emerging somewhere along the eastern horizon. Unaware of the time at that moment, I was caught off guard by the presence of dawn. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said under my breath as I walked, with the sound of my footsteps drown out by the few boisterous partygoers still standing around the fire. My feet felt heavy as I climbed the hill toward the lake house, which prompted me to wonder how I had made it so deep into the night after previous day’s events. My body was clearly signaling it was time for rest, and I was ready to oblige.
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| The rig |
With my eyes heavy I glanced up from the ground as I crest the hill in the backyard. I let out a sigh of relief as the sight of the massive white RV met my eyes. “Time for bed...” I muttered as I continued around the front of the RV and found the door. My arm felt heavy as I reached out and pulled the door handle. With the door open I climbed the stairs to the inside of the RV and looked around in the dark. I was surprised to find the space was much more open than I expected. Its size was comparable to some studio apartments I have seen, and it had more than enough sleeping space for me to occupy. After taking in the interior of the RV, I turned around and closed the door, which clicked closed with more force than I expected. The sound of metal latch bounced off the interior walls of the RV and stirred my brother Ian to life. Unaware he was sleeping in the RV, I felt my heart jump at the surprise of another human voice in the space. Ian sat up in a bed I had not noticed previously and mumbled a brief statement about blankets before collapsing back into the bed. Apologizing for waking him, I turned to a moderately sized bed in front of me, flopped onto the top of the bed, and pulled a blanket over my body. Perhaps influenced by my state of exhaustion, the bed felt exceptionally comfortable. With a soft pillow under my head, I rolled to my side and found the perfect resting position on the contouring mattress beneath me. Seconds later I was asleep.
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| The interior |
The comfort of the RV bed helped me sleep well into the morning. I slept soundly until rising heat and the sound of Ian cleaning up the property from the bachelor party aftermath brought me to life around 9:30. For some time I laid in the RV bed listening to the sounds of birds through the small window propped open at my left. I was surprised at how comfortable and relaxed I was in the portable living space. For some reason I had expected otherwise, but I was happy to learn I would have no problem sleeping in an RV again if I encountered the opportunity. Eventually rising from my bed and exiting the RV, I felt refreshed and ready to face the day. The RV had proven the perfect sleeping environment to recover from the previous day’s events, which was a well-needed occurrence.
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| SLEEP. |
My first experience sleeping in an RV was a positive one. Although it didn’t occur on some epic road trip, I can honestly say I’m happy I had the chance to experience an RV in a familiar location with alternative accommodations. I’m always a fan of a backup plan, even if it is not needed because of a surprisingly comfortable living and sleeping environment. While I don’t know when I will have the chance to sleep in an RV again, I’m happy I learned my brief experience with such a vehicle was one that suited me well. Knowing I can get comfortable and sleep well in an RV is a lesson worth learning during my “I have never...” journey. After all, who knows where the rest of the year will take me?
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