My last adventure involved spending a month hiking across Pennsylvania and sometimes sleeping on the ground and on a lot of cold barn floors near my pack horse. I'm only in my early 40s, but arthritis runs in the family and it's already making itself known. After a couple of my overnight hosts during that trip let me sleep in their (big, traditional) RVs, I started fantasizing about camping without waking up aching all over. For me the camper is a way of getting out and about without the cold achiness of sleeping in a tent.
So within a month of finishing that trip I had my mitts on the Burro