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For the record, the trees all over the hills around Deadwood, SD have always been dead. One can only assume that’s how the town got it name.

But one thing I enjoy about this full-time RVing thing is how the view from our kitchen table is always different. and whenever I look up through the skylight in our shower – yeah, that’s cool too – I get a kick out of the different view depending on where we’ve stopped.

Granted, it’s a gamble. Sometimes the view is breathtaking like at Silver Lake in the Sierras, Seedhouse in the Rockies, or Crags Campground in Bridgeport. And other times, it’s a freeway or the side of someone else’s big rig. Today we happen to be looking out at the side of an Intruder, the driver of which it seems is intent on leaving the exterior lights on all night. It’s give and take though, a very brief walks puts us deep in the Black Hills complete with old abandoned mining equipment.

So please be considerate to your RVing neighbors and turn off your exterior lights. They may shine directly into someone else’s bedroom window. And if you don’t like the view, draw your shades and rest assured that it will probably be better the next place you stop.