A family starts full-time RV living and heads to Coronado Beach for their first day. They discover a troubling tire noise that turns out to be more than just a rock, revealing the gap between Instagram's version of RV life and the actual maintenance headaches that come with it.
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First official night that we are houseless, not homeless.
Is that what they say?
That's what people say. I guess that's what people say. This is our morning view. Don't let it fool you, a whole bunch of campers also. But you know, if it was Instagram or whatever, this is what it would look like. Morning. How was your first night? Okay, I woke up at 3:30.
3:30? Yeah, and then I fell back to sleep.
Yeah.
So, okay.
Well, let's get ready and go to the beach.
Hooray!
What are you doing, little lady? How do you have my slippers?
Coronado Beach, here we come!
What are you Wearing— you have a gray hoodie and a coral shirt. Hey, what are you wearing? You have a gray hoodie and a coral shirt. Now it's time for sandwiches. Let's go get some. Thank you, Coronado Ferry Landing. All right, well, that's enough of that relaxation stuff. So I just dropped off the family at the rig and I kept hearing this rock in the tire. Nope, that's not a rock. That's no good. Stinks.