"That is the way of vacationing nowadays for many people. The whole idea is not to expose yourself to a moment of discomfort or inconvenience-indeed, not to breathe fresh air if possible. When the urge to travel seizes you, you pile into your thirteen-ton tin palace and drive 400 miles across the country, hermetically sealed against the elements, and stop at a campground where you dash to plug into their water supply and electricity so that you don't have to go a single momet without air-conditioning or dish-washer and microwave facilities. These things, these RVs, are like life-support systems on wheels. Astronauts go to the moon with less backup. RV people are another breed-and a largely demented one at that. They become obsessed with trying to equip their vehicles with gadgets to deal with every possible contingency. Their lives become ruled by the dread thought that one day they may find themselves in a situation in which they are not entirely self-sufficient."
Couldn't have said it better myself.
This has been an excerpt from Bill Bryson's "The Lost Continent." If you've never read any of his stuff, I highly recommend reading "A Walk in the Woods" first then proceed directly to any other book, because they are all spectacularly funny, even if you don't care about the country he is writing about.