I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t around RVs. From the time I could walk, I spent long summer weekends with my family, enjoying the outdoor lifestyle. I remember the rush of excitement as we pulled into a campground. The smell of pine trees and campfires filling our senses. As soon as our car was unloaded and the rig was leveled, my brothers and I would race each other to the lake. Running the length of the dock, we’d leap at the last second into the perfect cannonball…pure heaven.

But RVs weren’t all recreation for my family. They were our livelihood, too. My grandfather founded our business in 1959. It’s been in the family ever since. I learned the value of a hard day’s work early on. I remember my dad coming home from work, exhausted from the effort but always with a gleam in his eye. More often than not, his white Oxford shirt “earned” a new stain from his constantly inspecting the production line. We never asked about his scraped knuckles. He earned those, too, working on the equipment to ensure that our products were always of the highest quality. Dad was just as committed to our customers, too. He put more miles on the car than he could count, crisscrossing the country to meet with our growing network of dealers. He listened to and learned from every single one of them. In time, our customers become some of our closest friends. It’s still that way today.

I’m proud to still run the business with one of my brothers. I like to think that dad and grandpa look down on us and smile. I can’t thank them (and my grandmothers) enough for leaving us such a legacy. Now if I could only find time for a few more days outdoors this fall…it’s too precious to waste.

Happy Camping,

Bob