Your Most Embarrassing RVing Stories FORGIVEN at Camp Addict Church!

PublishedJune 8, 2017

Oh, the stories. 

The embarrassment.

The SHAAAME. If you're human, you're bound to have made a 'did I just really do that!?' mistake with your RV.

We're here to give you salvation for your RV disaster without judgment.

(Wellll, there might be a LITTLE  judgment!!)

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You know... you remember... that time you managed to do 'X' with your RV?

The RVing story you have wanted to tell but instead you have held back under your pile of 'OMG, no-one has probably ever done THAT before'.  

Well, chances are, they have.

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Absolution For Your Mediocrity!

Your day has come, friend! Let us forgive you of your RVing blunder after you have confessed. ????

You can be clean again! (Well, as long as it doesn't involve killing kittens or something.)

Just share your most embarrassing RV story in the comments (Church)  and we will forgive you. 


Welcome To Camp Addict Church!

Everyone is welcome!

Simply speak your truth and you can be cleansed by Camp Addict. Just like the GIF below, we will listen, forgive, then ' CAMP-POW!' you, and you shall be free of your shame, to be a 'born-again' Camp Addict!

It's that easy. 

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Camp Addict Kelly's Humiliating RV Story

I'll start with my own embarrassment...

Hi there. My name is Kelly, and I'm a Camp Addict.  

It happened on my maiden voyage- the day I left my home and hit the road.

Shouldn't that make this story less embarrassing? I don't feel less embarrassed.

It's a dump story. Surely there will be many of this type!

I had been living in my rig for a month in my driveway, so naturally, I had been using my toilet.

I needed to dump my black tank on my way out of town.

I found a campground I could dump at in a boonies/sticks/redneck riviera-ville/ Deliverance type area.

It was a fishing campground on a lake in Defuniak Springs, Fl. 


An old fisherman came out to tell me where the dump was.

I still wasn't confident in my ability to dump my tanks without a disaster so I asked him if he would watch and make sure I didn't do something stupid.

"Sure!" he said. 

Actually, he proceeded to do it all himself while I watched.

I got the sewer hose out, and he bends down to take off the cap from my dump outlet on the RV...

and SEWAGE POURED OUT, dumping  all over his hands.

MY sewage.

I just stood there for a second.

I was horrified, to say the least.

Then I snapped out of the shock of the disaster

I just caused and started vehemently apologizing, looking for something to wash his hands off with. 'Oh god, oh god, I am so so sorry!!!'

The most incredible part of the story hasn't even happened yet.

HERE is the most incredible part:

The guy barely reacted.

In fact, he didn't react.

He just calmly closed the valve (with my shit on his hands) and stood up.

I swear, on my late Golden Retriever's grave, these words came directly from his mouth:

"Oh now, that's ahhhlright."

-Then, the most amazing line I have ever heard before:

"I've had worse on my hands."

Excuse me, what?

Worse??? WHAT?  

At the very least, a normal person would have reacted a little like this:


I think THAT guy needs cleansing more than me!  

He did mention something about "chickens" being worse...

Turns out, what happened there was the last time a dump was made in my rig, the looooong bar that closes the tank valve had bent.

Since it bent, the valve couldn't close all the way.

Not really my fault, but still horrifying to have happen to a poor old fisherman just trying to help me out.

That's maybe the worst thing I have had happen.

At least stories like this can be entertaining AND educating for other RVers!

I guess I will ask Camp Addict Church for forgiveness now...

Me: 'Camp Addict, am I absolved of my RVing sin?'

Camp Addict: "Yeah, that's super embarrassing, my child, but you can be free... so, CAMP-POW! to you, Kelly!

You have been absolved of your guilt and sin in the name of Camp Addict. Peace, our little RVer."

What's YOUR Funny RVing Story?

Hey, that felt great!

Do you have a funny RVing story?

Share it with Camp Addict 'Church'.

Your story doesn't have to be as long as mine. It can be one sentence, or longer than mine.

Whatever it takes to get the story across.

Simply comment below to confess your story, and we will free you of your guilt and shame forever!

Get Published On Camp Addict!

If it's a doozie, your RV story could get incorporated into this post (into the post itself, not just the comments) after we update it.

Camp Addict  will also be happy to link to your website if we share your RV story.

Live and learn, right?

We have all made mistakes.

Share and purge yourself of your guilt here.

We are happy to relieve the sins of our beloved followers.

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He-llllo. I'm the co-founder of Camp Addict, which my biz partner and I launched in 2017. I frigging love the RVing lifestyle but in December of 2020, I converted to part-time RV life. Heck, I lived in my travel trailer for over 5.5 years, STRICTLY boondocking for pretty much all of it. Boondocking is a GREAT way to live, but it's not easy. Anyway, I'm passionate about animals, can't stand campgrounds, I hardly ever cook, and I love a good dance party. Currently, I can be found plotting and scheming whether or not to start collecting farm animals (or plotting my next RV trip!) at my beautiful new 'ranch' named 'Hotel Kellyfornia', in Southern Arizona. 

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    A few years ago we were parked at a lake in Oklahoma getting ready to leave the next in the next few days. I had a problem with the water inlet check valve in the coach, I found one locally and disassembled the wet bay to replace it, put it all back together, and yay we had water again.

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    I get into a kneeling position to open the cap of the outlet, one big twist and BAM i’m hit with a “Full Frontal Black Tank Assault” fire hose style. In my panic i’m trying to get the cap back on while being covered with the sewage soup. Of course the cap does not cooperate and I’m struggling to end the assault. Finally i get the cap on and it’s a shit nightmare on me, the coach and the site.

    I immediately begin stripping my somewhat fancy work clothes off, even my Calvin Kleins, I’m buck naked and using a combo of the outside shower and my bleach bottle solution I carry in the wet bay, not caring who saw me.

    The entire camp is a disaster, the neighborhood is not immune to the stank. I put all my clothes into the dumpster and call Nancy for a pair of shorts and flip flops, spent the good part of an hour attempting to clean everything up, washing down the pad, coach and lawn. Finally, I felt clean enough to get back in the coach to take a long shower.

    After I get out of the shower, the neighborhood is starting to grumble about outside, We said hell no, we’re out of here, so about 10 pm we left the site.

    The culprit was when i reassembling the tank cables, I did not tighten the set screw tight enough on the valve assembly so when I thought the cable was closing the valve, it really never did, and the cap was holding everything!

    Lesson: always use a 3rd valve as a safety, it’s good insurance!

    • Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, Paul, Paul, Paul. That’s a horrifying story. And worse, it was your fault!

      But we all know that black tank disasters are simply a matter of time. They happen. What doesn’t usually happen is for the victim to fully strip down in front of the campground and it’s resident adults and children. 😂

      But, I also rather like the idea of not walking into my RV with sewage-covered clothing on. So, you probably made a good choice.

      Black tank accidents happen, they suck, but damn boy, you have learned a lesson you will never forget, so BLAM!!!!!! And CAMP-POW -you are forgiven in the name of the Camp Addict forgiveness squad!!

      Never shall you make that mistake again, my child. Never. Again.

      So, thanks for the entertaining story, carry on, and CAMP ON!!!

  • Hi my name is Bob and I’m a relative newbie to the RVing world. We were at a camp ground and somehow our reservation dates got mixed up. Another RVer pulled up and politely informed me he had the spot I was in. In my haste to move my RV I hurried to get water and electric unhooked. I made sure no dishes or cups were on the counters. I started the RV and started to pull out. I made a left hand turn onto the camp road and the ranger was running toward me waving his arms. I came to a stop, opened my driver side window and the ranger informed me my side awning was still out!! Very fortunately I stopped just shy of having it ripped off by a tree on the side of the road.
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    • Bob, Bobbie, Bobster, Bob-a-ruski… Wowza.

      You really almost did it, didn’t you?? I mean, how do you miss the giant sail of an awning still being out? ???? Somehow I very vividly pictured the story happening as you told it. And was laughing.

      Geez, you must have had a heck of a night in the campground the night before this, heh. Or, it was it really just a newbie mistake. One we *all*? could have made.

      We must admit, there have been much worse mistakes, and we are happy to hear you didn’t rip your awning off the side of your RV. And because nobody was killed, you get a Camp-POWZA!!!!!!

      IN the name of Camp Addict and all who have sinned this way in the past, WE FORGIVE YOU YOUR NEWBIE SIN! LOL! Whew, that really was a close one.

      We also forgave you as you sounded very kind about the whole situation. It was only in your respectful hurries/consideration for the other camper that this oversight happened. For that, thanks for being a cool camper.

      We dig.

      Now, go. And never make that mistake again. ???? ????

  • As the Rv Proctologist of Quartzsite, Az. We have seen a lot of different objects come out of rv holding tanks over 15 years of buisness. Heres just a few items.
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    • WOW! Holy cow Steve, those are some crazy items to appear in an RV tank. ???? I mean, what are some people thinking??!!! LOL!!!

      Thanks for entertaining us with your story. Unbelievable.

      Folks, the RV Proctologist has been around Q a while now, they are a funny and helpful fixture in Q. Don’t hesitate to call if you need help!

      We can’t forgive you for anything though. It’s your customers that need forgiving. We’d love to hear from them about their stories about how “somehow my dentures fell into the toilet”. Lordie.

      Thanks Steve, keep on keeping those RV tanks free and clear!

  • I was an RV park manager for awhile and thought I had seen it all, WRONG. While cutting grass a lady comes running up to me screaming get over to site 32 fast. The smell hit me from several feet away. Shit, toilet paper, and whatever else was in the black tank covered two sites. 3 middle eastern men stood there looking scared. Started apologizeing right away. They were traveling in a rental class c,. Black tank had started to back up in the toilet, had never been dumped. They pulled the MH up next to the dump on their site and opened the valve somehow thinking the shit woul somehow all go into the sewer opening. I asked why didn’t you close it immediately. Said could not get to it with the shit flying. They wanted to clean it up. I knew that would be a disaster. They left and I had to close off two sites. Spread lime and remove lots of dirt and gravel. When rental units came in after that I told them do not dump without my supervision.

    • Ho-Lee-Cow!!!! That’s a DOOZIE, Bob!!! LOL!!! We mean, we’re so sorry. ????

      It’s a horrific story. We are glad it’s far, far behind you. Unreal what people can think as far as how gravity works and all. Makes you wonder though, eh?

      Well, we can’t forgive you as you aren’t the one who needs forgiveness here, but we are VERY happy about the new rule with the rental units! It’s a FANTASTIC rule!

      Good luck with never having that story repeat again!!!

      Camp On, Bob and thanks for the story!!!

  • You just never know when “disaster” will strike! But your odds are MUCH higher when you’re a newbie! Or so I hope. On our very first trip with our 5W, we were backing into a really tight, tricky spot in the rain. I was behind the 5W, darting back and forth trying to keep an eye on things, when BAM! I slipped on a wet rail road tie and fell to the ground with MY OWN RIG about to kill me! Of course, I had no way to communicate with the driver, my dear hubby, who was about to kill me anyway – so not sure it would have made a difference. Only kidding, but the stress of getting on the road is real! I popped up and ran out of the way. I think, even if I had broken my leg, I would have popped up and run away! The sight of a 13′ tall rig slowly moving toward you is VERY motivating.

    Then there was our first “real” night on the road as a full-timer, leaving north Florida and heading west – in the remnants of a hurricane, of course. Hubby snugged in too close to some overhanging live oaks before backing into our site. We backed in and then, fortunately, the large, white flapping motion of our now torn roof caught our eye. So, hubby is on the roof in bands of tropical rain and wind, attempting to repair the tear. He literally was hanging on for dear life, frantically mopping up water, huddled under an umbrella, trying to get (wet) roof adhesive to stick to a (wet) roof.

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    • LOL, you sure have had a time of it! TORE the roof? Boy, you guys started off as professional accident-makers! Yeah, I totally pictured a giant fifth wheel backing up, almost coming over my body. Super motivating! Well done and good visuals! You, Diana, are BAM!!! Forgiven!!! You have forgiveness for your camping sins by Camp Addict Church, and thanks for sharing your stories!!!!! Sounds like you have more. ???

  • So my bathroom vent cover is fixed with penguin duct tape from a hole made by giant hail, the cracked panel over the refrigerator compartment that got sucked out by an impatient trucker’s rig is fixed with marshmallow roasters and Mac n cheese duct tape, but I’m not sure if duct tape of any terrific design can fix my bent ladder caused by me driving away with my apparently extremely strong clothesline still tied from the ladder to a tree in my camp site. I had to cut the line after realizing I was dragging a very large part of the tree through the campground. Now I can’t use the ladder to fix the flopping wire on the roof with my purple glitter duct tape. Btw my totally MacGiver marshmallow roasters and tape repair is still going strong a year and thousands of miles later…

    • We aren’t even sure of where to begin on this one! Is this for real??? Are you actually Camp Addict Kelly disguising herself as ‘Darcy’?? Wait, can’t be- I’m Kelly. But when I read this, I totally laughed since this sounded exactly like me… You, Darcy, would be the winner so far if we were looking for a winner for the craziest stories- but we are only forgiving. Oh, and hey, I once fixed a hole in my RV roof with gum. So, I get the duct tape and marshmallow roasters for sure. Darcy, Camp-POW, you are forgiven by the Camp Addict Gods! May you continue using your ‘extremely strong’ clothesline for things such as fixes and to pull off your RV ladder and tree limbs. That one almost made me spit out my Rum. Thank god it didn’. Thanks for sharing and for making us smile!!

      • It is totally for real. Another crazy thing about me driving away still tied to the tree was that I was only driving to the dump station and my neighbors started yelling that my door was open(I knew it was open and had it latched so it wouldn’t bang) but they didnt say a thing about the blue cording and chunk of tree accomanying me down the road. I was so flustered, I can’t believe I didnt do something stupid at the dump station to top it off.
        Someday I’ll explain why I had to replace the pricey electronics in my refridgerator twice in one month. I thought the learning curve might become less steep with time but I continue to amaze myself with mishaps. Wishing Y’all many more merry misadventures.

        • LOL! Well, you remind me of me (Kelly) when left on my own. Or, well, maybe an even klutzier version of me! Well, yes, the learning curve can be sharp sometimes- you’ll get through it! The Gods will be here to listen, either way. You have amazed us!! 😀

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