This story doesn't have anything to do with RVing. Born & raised in NM. We traveling home for Dad's funeral, late at night and driving on one of the roads that go on forever, with sagebrush & cactus the only thing to see, except for the big, beautiful stars. It was very quiet, most everyone asleep when my 8 year old grandson, from the back of the Suburban, goes, pssst, pssst Nena, do you hear the Mothership calling? We all busted out laughing and no more sleeping.