Author: Harvey the Blogger

I overheard the First Mate say to the Skipper while they were organizing his bedding and “stuff” in the overhead bunk: “Boy, do I have a lot of things to show for show and tell when we get back to school in September.” Whhooooo boyyyy… He is not wrong. A nine-year-old returning to school after…

Oh. Hey there. Just me… Harvey the RV here, resting my tires while the engine block cools down. When you spend months hauling a family across Canada from British Columbia to Newfoundland, you start to think you are the main event. I mean, after all, I have my own website, don’t I? So when we…

Whew! Ten thousand. That’s the number that clicked over on my odometer as my engine toiled up the hill to Cape Spear, the most eastern bit of all of North America. Ten thousand kilometres of asphalt, gravel, mountain air, and coastal fog stretching all the way back to the interior of British Columbia. Canada ……

​Ahoy from the side of the road. ​We are idling in Bay Roberts, Newfoundland. The engine is ticking, resting after the haul down some the rough coastal tracks, while the Skipper steps out into the sea mist. She has got the First Mate by the hand. He is nine years old and full of energy,…

It feels like just yesterday we rolled into Prince Edward Island to dramatic winds, blue sparkling water, rolling green fields of potatoes and the winding rough and bumpy maritime roadways. Ooomph! Our destinations? Charlottetown first, then Cavendish. All things, Green Gables. Families, families everywhere Today I sat in the parking lot at the historical site,…

Let’s talk about a sensitive subject: sleeping arrangements. And… um…. er… kissing (more on that later) Now, as a 25-year-old Mild-Mannered Motorhome of distinction (such as myself), I don’t ask for much. Give me a relatively flat piece of earth where my old levelling tools tell a balanced tale, and I’m a happy camper. But…

Ahoy, landlubbers. Harvey here. I’m going to tell you about one of the finest days of this entire voyage. The canal. The Falls. The ghost. A birthday. A bestie. An exceptional pub. I’d fill you in with all I saw and experienced, but alas I just heard about all of it. Third hand. From a…

Nobody warned me that life as a gently used MMM (mild mannered motorhome) would look like this. I may be a little mature and old fashioned looking — in truth I was pretty pampered in my early years. Now look at me, hauling this family across the country, over mountain passes, dusty rural potholes, and…

Let me tell you, I have hauled a lot of things across this country. Camp chairs. A disturbing number of marshmallow bags. But I have never hauled sparkly rocks before. And now I am, because apparently that is what happens when an eight year old finally gets to a place he has been dreaming about…