Full-Time RVing

The YouTube guy had a drone, a sunrise, and a coffee mug. Nobody told me about the black tank.

One retired guy. One 31-foot motorhome named Surfer, because it changes lanes all by itself. One Nissan Rogue on a tow dolly that cannot, under any circumstances, go backward. And a GPS named BW that likes to take him off the highway just to put him back on it.

In 52 short, laugh-out-loud essays, Norm Haskell tells the true-ish story of trading a house for a house on wheels and pointing it at the American Southwest. It started with a spreadsheet. It went downhill from there.

Inside you'll find:

• Dealers who call a rusty rig "pristine" and charge fees for things that don't exist

• Gas stations you can drive into but not out of

• Seven roundabouts in a row, with the cupboards opening at every one

• "RV resorts" with no pool, no bar, and no level ground

• Campground Wi-Fi measured in bars of hope

• Campground managers whose rules apply to everyone but their friends

• The black tank. Twice.

• Monsoons, javelinas, a raven named Murray, and a 14-mile "moderate" hike that the knees remember differently

But it isn't all complaints. There are red-rock mornings, strangers who show up with a socket set and won't take a dime, and the quiet joy of waking up parked at the trailhead.

If you've ever watched an RV video and thought "that looks easy," read this first. If you're already out there, you'll recognize every page. Perfect for full-timers, weekend campers, retirees dreaming of the road, and anyone who has ever argued with a GPS.

Grab your copy and come along for the ride. Just don't ask it to back up.