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My dad started motor homing when I was probably 11 years old. We did the family vacation thing and as a kid it was pretty cool. He'd start driving and we'd all pass out in the back bed and then mom and dad would yell wake up and look! We's wake up and look out the window and go "cool" then we'd fall over like a prairie dog and fall back asleep. He drove up to the northwest and down the coast, up into Canada where we saw Huskie the Muskie and we camped on Lake Of The Woods, then he drove us all the way to Acapulco where he backed that thing up to the sea wall and we camped beach side. He drove that thing through Brownsville, Mexico City and then the mountains. Crazy times!
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