Using a Generator next to tent campers; or how we became evil trolls to tent campers
I need to share my lessons so you don’t go through the hassles I went through, but also for you to know if boondocking is for you. I think you can handle it, if you know what to expect!
In Montana, we were dry camping with the RV, and since we didn’t have electricity at our site, we used our generator to produce power.
Our motorhome’s Onan generator, supposedly a great brand, is Not Quiet. It operates on gasoline and has a smell, like many things that operate on gasoline, such as your lawnmower, maybe.
Though generators can be quieter when they’re regularly used, I learned that , yeah, it’s never gonna be quiet.
I surmised that tent campers hated the smell and the noise at our campground in St. Mary, Montana, near the east side of Glacier National Park.
After a while, we realized that to cool the RV into the mid 60’s that we like to sleep at, and to charge our batteries sufficiently for the evenings without generator use, we had to leave camp.
I can’t open all the windows in the RV and let in the cooler air because I’m allergic to a lot of trees, grass, and maybe just plain air. That ‘s why I travel with air purifiers, which we only had enough power to run during generator-use time.
Took us a few days to learn we could go to the nearest visitor center parking lot and let our generator run and charge our batteries as long as we needed.
Before we did that, sometimes we’d wake in the morning and the coach batteries were dead. My husband Gerald tried using the battery boost button, but it didn’t work well.
He realized he could use our jumper cables to jump start the coach batteries, which are housed under our steps.
We weren’t doing this from car to car, but from battery to battery, an advantage to having more than one 12-volt battery. Yep, memorable tip.
I now believe that the only people who truly understand RVs from the moment of their first purchase are: mechanics, engineers, truckers, and people who grew up RVing. Engineers practically skip around RV parks, so happy and at ease with all the modifications they can make to their home machine, while watching non-engineers
curse at their RVs at random intervals.
At first, we parked at a hotel parking lot most evenings to run our generator more time. It took until 11 p.m. or midnight to cool the RV like we liked it.
Here we come rolling in to camp at midnight, and tent campers are next to us.
Poor them, but it wasn’t our fault the National Park Service decided they could make more money having all campsites open to whoever books, which results in campers surrounded by RVs running generators. This causes discomfort all the way around.
This isn’t a good idea. Generators can put off carbon monoxide and they make noise. We could start using our generator at 8 a.m., so if they weren’t up already, they would be if they were noise-sensitive.
Worse, a generator puts off gas fumes and it depends on the direction it flows as to the effect. RVs should be equipped with carbon monoxide detectors, and ours it, but tents aren’t, so they have no way of knowing if they’re in danger.
While campsites aren’t cramped in the East Glacier area—we stayed around St. Mary’s—there is potential for the fumes to travel.
Best-case scenario is that tent campers have their own area, RVs with electricity another (paying more), and RVs using generators in another.
But, it was not to be, and one evening at 11:30 p.m. or midnight when we drove into our campsite, a tent camper accosted us.
As soon as we parked, Bam! Bam! Bam! Someone pounded on our RV door.
We hadn’t had a chance to level the RV (this is for the refrigerator to function properly, but also can affect your sleeping comfort because jacks stabilize the RV and keep it from swaying while you sleep).
My husband opened the door.
We woke them up, she said, could we turn off the engine?!
She’s so lucky my husband opened the door because I realized we had rights too, and one of those was that—as adults—we could come and go as we please.
Let no adult put another on curfew unless it’s in the event of crisis.
Thus, we became the hated RV motorhome campers that dared enter camp late at night and awaken them.
Guess we should have asked their permission?
We would have more challenges ahead, when we had to babysit our generator!