MINNEAPOLIS -- Purchased along a stretch of two-lane blacktop in northern Wisconsin a few years back, my vintage pickup camper bit the dust this winter beneath a ton or two of snow. This was the same camper in which I took practice showers for two weeks before learning the exacting contortions required of all who master RV hygiene. Also during time I conquered the camper's plumbing, heating and air conditioning, and could fall easily into the handyman RV banter so familiar to members of the recreational-vehicle "family."
Black water. Gray water. Broken water pumps. These were words over which some of my tightest campfire friendships were cementedStory: