I grew up camping, my girlfriend did not. I met her 6-years ago after an ugly divorce and it's been bliss ever since. She will try anything - once. Ironically, friends that I met through her are avid tent campers. We had camped with them a few times over the years and she was a good sport about it but it really wasn't something she clearly enjoyed.
When the annual trip with the aforementioned friends came around last year, I had my recently acquired '84 Allegro ready for the trip. I bought it for $200 with no engine. She thought I was insane and referred to it as the "sh***y old motorhome". There really wasn't anything wrong with it cosmetically beyond its dated interior. Once I put the new engine in our first trip was to the Promised Land with our friends.
I rolled up, leveled it, plugged in, put out the awning and cracked open a beer. All in about 15 minutes. She said "that's it?!". I said yep - that's it. Our friends took another couple of hours setting up camp. They came over and I could tell the wife was immediately hooked on the motorhome idea. The husband said "this isn't camping".
Later that evening my girlfriend was totally amazed to be walking around barefoot in the RV when it was barely 40 degrees outside. She, too, was hooked. Since then we've been on many trips - she still calls it disparaging names (mostly because it takes time and money away from her) but it's all in good fun.
And those tent-camping friends? They bought an '87 Allegro. We're meeting up for our first trip together in Hershey in June.
