Here comes the sun

Probably my least favorite part of the “full-time” RV experience is the heat.

The sun-baked RV experience.

If you can bring to mind the POW labor camp depicted in the motion picture The Bridge on the River Kwai, or the fenced rural prison enclosure in Cool Hand Luke, you may also recall the cramped punishment boxes that were features of those—as well as staples of many other—prison movies. In those cast iron or roofing-metal coffers the recalcitrant prisoner was slow-roasted day after day in the unmerciful sun until he saw the error of his ways.

Alec Guinness being assisted from his overheated

dressing room trailer on location for the filming of

The Bridge on the River Kwai.

The RV experience—baking in a metal box fully exposed to the intense radiation of a million-mile-wide nuclear furnace only nine minutes away (as the photon flies)—can be similar. Especially if one is too cheap to turn on the roof-mounted air conditioner that is an almost-standard feature of such recliner-, shower- and refrigerator-equipped sarcophagi.

So life in an RV park is not all potlucks, pinochle and swimming pools; there’s a great deal of self-inflicted punishment as well.

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