Florida RV SuperShow, Finless Decisions, and IKEA-Induced Delusions and Taco ‘Bout a Good Time at Camp Wilson

The Florida RV SuperShow has a very specific energy: part inspiration, part overstimulation, part “why does this cost as much as a small island?”

We looked at every imaginable RV type. Motorhomes. Fifth wheels. Travel trailers. Toy haulers. Van builds. Rigs that made us dream. Rigs that made us whisper, “Absolutely not, but points for confidence.” If it had slides, stairs, murphy beds, or claims of “luxury,” we were inside it like raccoons with opinions. Every cabinet door opened, every drawer explored. No snacks found.

Florida Weather: A Personality Disorder

One day we were wrapped in layers, braving rude, uninvited winds and chilly air like Florida forgot where it lives. The rig-lined streets of the Florida State Fairgrounds funneled the wind straight through the rows of RVs, aggressively reminding us who was in charge.

The very next day? We were melting. Full-on asphalt fusion. From “Do I need gloves?” to “I am becoming soup.” Florida truly said, Surprise.

Silver Springs, but Make It Finless

Before all the show chaos, we snuck away to Silver Springs State Park for a few calm days with big paddling dreams.

Except… I showed up without a fin. Not metaphorically. Physically. Gone.

To add insult to injury, the fin slot on my board was barely hanging on, despite an extremely optimistic attempt involving rubber cement and denial. Paddling was cancelled, expectations were adjusted, and a brand-new SUP was ordered, because sometimes the universe gently whispers, Stop fighting it.

The Accidental Site Takeover (Oops)

Not us, all set up, enjoying life, loving the show...completely oblivious to the RV site "boundaries." Somewhere around day four, we realized we had been unintentionally encroaching on our neighbor’s RV site by about four feet.

FOUR. FEET.

Cue immediate horror, followed by profuse apologies and awkward self-reflection. Thankfully, our neighbors were gracious, understanding, and the invisible property line was respectfully flexible during our stay. No grudges. No grudging stares. Just friendly vibes and forgiveness.

Camp Wilson, Tacos, and Strategic Friendship Tracking

Another Tampa favorite made its return with a perfect evening at Camp Wilson, which always means one thing: catching up with most of our RV friends (you know who you are).

There was the usual taco bar (still undefeated), and we brought a peach-blueberry cobbler that disappeared so fast it barely existed in this timeline.

Somehow, the night escalated into the creation of a shared travel calendar, because remembering where everyone is felt ambitious — and also because a little friendly stalking is really just community building with spreadsheets.

Conversations covered:

• Where we’ve been

• Where we’re going

• New projects launching

• Old projects haunting us unfinished

• Big ideas, half-baked plans, and collective acceptance that none of us are normal anymore

IKEA: Where Free Will Goes to Die

Naturally, we capped things off with a trip to IKEA to grab much-needed RV organization supplies.

Bins. Dividers. Storage solutions.

And then… other things we didn’t know we needed until IKEA told us we did. Because IKEA psychology is undefeated, and honestly feels like the Target tells you what you need saga — but with meatballs and flat-pack furniture.

Final Thoughts Before the Wind Steals Them

Between RV overload, weather mood swings, missing fins, accidental land grabs, tacos, cobbler, calendar-based stalking, and questionable IKEA decisions, this trip was a perfect snapshot of life on the road:

A little chaotic. Very loud. Mildly feral. Deeply fun. And exactly how we like it.

Next time we’ll try to:✔ stay entirely inside our own site✔ keep all paddleboard parts accounted for✔ dress for all four seasons at once

No guarantees.