Flip This Camper #003: Fireworks, First Dates, and Cabover Campers

Location: Northern California ➝ Oregon ➝ Moonlight Magic Mountain

Vibe: Risky. Romantic. Ridiculously lucky.

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.

One of those turned into this story.

She had a few days free. I was headed north to grab two campers — one in Oregon, one in Washington. We barely knew each other. But I picked her up anyways and we hit the road — a cross-state, stranger-danger road trip with romance potential and vague murder vibes.

I mean, if she was going to kill me, I just hoped she wouldn’t wake Kala.

Turns out… she was awesome.

We stopped at breweries. Ate weird food. Hiked through spots neither of us could pronounce. Met some of her friends. And somewhere in central Oregon, we realized: it was the 4th of July.

We saw a tiny town glowing way in the distance.

And that’s when she had the idea:

“Let’s go to the top of a mountain and see if we can catch the fireworks.”

Not gonna lie, I was tired. It was dark. I had mild murder concerns. But she started climbing. So I followed her. Because obviously.

At first, we saw a few houses, a couple bottle rockets, some confused dogs. But she wasn’t satisfied.

“I want to go higher.”

So we climbed further. And that’s when it happened.

Two cities. Two firework shows. One perfect moon.

We just stood there, looking out over it all like we’d somehow glitched into a postcard.

I hiked back to the truck.

Grabbed a 6-pack.Came back up.

We stayed there for five hours.

Finding shapes in the trees.

Listening for sounds in the woods. Laughing, wondering, watching fireworks. Getting buzzed in the most peaceful, poetic way.

And the campers?

We bought both.

Fixed them up.

And honestly, I barely remember what they looked like — because that trip wasn’t about the flip.

It was about the spark.

Moral of the Story: Buy enough campers and someone might fall in love with your weird life. Or at least hike a mountain with you on a national holiday and not murder you.

Either way, that’s a win.

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