The fire crackled under a starlit sky, its smoky glow casting shadows on the faces of new friends we’d met on the road—fellow full-time RV travelers who lived for the call of the open highway. We’d parked our rigs in a remote clearing in the heart of a pine forest, the towering trees whispering in the cool night breeze, their scent mingling with the deep, earthy notes of moss, patchouli, and vetiver that clung to the ground. The air was crisp, carrying the promise of autumn,