One family, seven days, and a 31-foot motor home -- come along for the ride.
By Richard Laliberte
After a morning hike around the tower's base and a lunch of buffalo burgers, I enjoy a classic RV moment: While the kids and Rachelle visit a gift shop, I wait in the parking lot and catch a nap on the queen-size bed in back. Refreshed afterward, I drive winding mountain roads east to the Black Hills and our next campground. New neighbors Dave and Barbara Turnbull of Green River, Wyoming, help me back into our site and invite us to their family's evening campfire. RVers, we find, are friendly and polite but not intrusive. "There's a great community atmosphere at campgrounds," says Barbara. "You'll have construction workers next to doctors and lawyers, and everybody's just here to relax and have a good time."