I was already on thin ice with the universe after jacking a 15,000-pound fifth wheel off the ground by myself in a Carolina junkyard (see: previous trauma). Now I’m towing it home.Tired. Hungry. Out of favors from the travel gods. I knew: The tires were sketchy The brake lights didn’t work And the camper didn’t love me yet

Location : North Carolina Vibe : Muddy. Dangerous. DIY or DIE. They don’t tell you this when you buy a fifth wheel from an auction site:...

I’ve bought a lot of campers. I’ve driven long distances. Negotiated like a pro. I’ve walked Kala in every sketchy patch of grass from California to Georgia. But this one? This one got me.

I’ve picked up a lot of campers. So many, I've repurchased some. So many, I’ve unintentionally developed cross-state Bumble relationships based on how often I’m buying rigs in their zip codes. Thank you technology.

Some flips start with a handshake. Some start with a Craigslist link and a gut feeling. This one started with a warning from the universe.

Ignore the crime scene tap, fans where microwaves should be, and holes in the roof. Where here to flip campers not to judge.