S'more Fun Than You'd Think

Letter from the Editor

Dear Friends, Adventurers, and Happy Campers at Heart,

I’ll be honest with you — my mom and dad didn’t take us camping.
But they gave us something better:
Growing up on a farm, we built our own outdoor adventures.
We had dirt under our nails, the wide Nebraska skies above us, fishing trips with cousins, and Sunday picnics that tasted better than any five-star meal because they were eaten under the open air.

We didn’t pitch tents.
We pitched imaginations.
And that’s the life I still seek — and the life this issue is inviting you to chase too.
You don’t need a wilderness guide or a backpack full of dehydrated meals to find adventure.
Sometimes it's a rustic cabin tucked beside a stream.
Sometimes it's a spontaneous road trip that lands you at a sleepy little motel in a town with one stoplight and a diner that serves the best pie you’ve ever tasted.
Sometimes it’s a cutesy little camper towed behind your pickup truck.
And sometimes — if you’re lucky like us — it’s a big ol’ motorhome named Kenny, rolling into the next adventure with a pug, a lab, and a heart full of good intentions.
At the heart of America — tucked into every campground, every gravel road, every lakeside sunrise — there’s a version of life that’s lighter, freer, and a little more magical than we usually allow ourselves to remember.

And it's still there, waiting for you.
This issue is your invitation to step off the hamster wheel and step back into wonder:

• To laugh like you’re twelve again.

• To lose track of time on purpose.

• To make up silly games around the campfire.

• To be barefoot, blissful, and utterly alive for a little while.

Because the best parts of life — the real, sticky, messy, joyful parts — happen when we gather our people, pack just enough to get by, and hit the open road without a rigid plan.
So go.

Book the cabin.
Pitch the tent.
Hook up the camper.
Find the magic.
Burn the marshmallows.
Tell the terrible jokes.
Dance in the headlights.
Lose the signal — and find everything that matters.
Because life’s too short not to be a happy camper — on the road and in your heart.

With love, adventure dust, and the spirit of the open road,
Angie H.
Editor, MYLO Mag

S'more Fun Than You'd Think

Finding adventure, connection, and joy... one campsite (and one very lovable motorhome) at a time.

Once upon a highway, I never thought I’d be “a camper.”
I mean, I loved sunsets. I loved lakes. I loved family and whiffle ball and burgers grilled under open skies.
But sleeping in a tent with the bears?

Not exactly on my dream board.
Still, life — and adventure — have a funny way of changing you.
(Usually after you buy a motorhome and name it Kenny.)
Today, I can tell you with full confidence: camping life isn’t just fun — it’s magic.
Not the Disney kind of magic.
The real kind.
The kind you find when the sun dips low, the campfire crackles, the kids run barefoot down dusty paths, and you sit back and think, "Yep. This is it."

LIFE IN MOTION

Now, Kenny carries that legacy — on wheels.
Our 2014 Fleetwood Discovery (yes, we lovingly call him Kenny) has become our passport to wonder.
From sleepy Iowa towns to the mountains of Colorado and the lush trails of West Virginia, Kenny has seen more sunsets and cooked more campground meals than we can count.
And when you see a motorhome like Kenny rolling down the road, don't just see the steel and wheels.
Imagine the campfires waiting to be built.
Imagine the lakeside walks, the surprise friendships with neighboring campers, the way laughter gets louder when the stars come out.
Imagine the stories unfolding — each mile, each campsite, each flame.

FISHIN’ IN THE DARK

It didn’t start with Kenny, though.
It started long ago, tucked between the lakes of Ottertail County, Minnesota, where my family would fill the cabins of Weslake Resort with noise and love every May.
We were a full caravan: aunts, uncles, cousins, siblings, parents — and later, our own kids.
Fishing poles stacked by the door.
Whiffle balls lost in the tall grass.
Home-cooked meals shared elbow-to-elbow around wobbly picnic tables.
And when it rained, the games inside were just as fierce as the fish stories.

Those cabins taught me that getting dirty was a privilege. That mosquito bites were badges of honor.
That the best days smelled like bacon, sunscreen, and bonfire smoke.

WANDER MORE - WORRY LESS

When we pack up Kenny for an adventure, we fill him with a little bit of everything we love.
You’ll find our trusty lanterns and flashlights (thank you, HPG and Logomark), ready for late-night walks and impromptu scavenger hunts.
You'll smell the coffee brewing in our endless collection of drinkware (many from ETS Express)— some for early-morning hikes, some for late-night mule cocktails by the fire.
(And, of course, kiddo-proof cups for little campers learning the art of lakeside living.)
There are KUMA chairs scattered by the firepit, waiting for sunrise sitters and marshmallow roasters.
Journals and pens tucked away for those moments when the stillness is too beautiful not to write down.
Charging cords, we pretend we don't need (but totally do).
Cornhole boards from Promotoss, ready to turn strangers into laughing friends.
Dry bags, cutting boards, serrated knives, and a wagon — because it’s not really a lakeside stroll until you’re pulling a child, a cooler, and three towels all at once.
Somehow, our world of promotional magic sneaks its way into every adventure.
And honestly? It just makes it even sweeter.

Find Your Crew, Find Your Joy - MY VERY OWN TIM THE TOOLMAN

Of course, none of this rolls without my husband, Tim — the master of routes, the wizard of setups, the man who can back a 40-foot rig and 30-foot trailer into a campsite with the precision of a brain surgeon.
(And still have time to whip up burgers on the grill.)
Without him, Kenny would still be a pretty driveway ornament.
With him, Kenny is a gateway to weekends soaked in sunshine, laughter, grilled goodness, and endless campfire singing.

The Life You Build at the Campfire

Now, you don’t have to have it all - you can certainly rough it far more than we do - most would say - this isn’t really “camping” and they would be right. We have all the luxuries of a real home - the true camping vibe comes from the experiences that happen in the halo or Kenny’s light.
It’s about the space you create for joy to sneak in.
It’s about letting yourself be a little dirty, a little tired, a little sunburned — and a whole lot happier.
So pitch the tent.
Book the cabin.
Hook up the camper.
And go.
There’s not a mosquito you can’t conquer.
There’s not a sunset you won’t want to chase.
There’s not a story waiting to be told that isn’t worth it.
Because truth is:
You don’t need a giant RV or a perfect plan.
You need your people.
You need your spark.
You need the courage to say, "Let's go."
Build the fire. Build the life.
P.S. If you need a playlist, a packing list, or just a little nudge to finally take that trip... you know where to find us. Let’s roll.

Today we invite you to be a happy camper — not just on the road, but in life.
 Find your crew.
 Chase sunsets.
 Burn the marshmallows.
 Laugh like you’re twelve again.
 It’s not about the gear — it’s about the good stuff.
 Adventure’s waiting. Let's go find it.