My folks also have a motorhome. For the last couple of years, we have overlapped winter travel plans with them to stay together for a few days down near Palm Springs, CA. It's always great to see them in their element and spend some time together with our RV's.
A while back, we took a trip together that wasn't so great. My mom was saying how we don't do enough trips together, so I planned a weekend at the coast for all of us. Between birthdays, holidays, and their extremely busy schedule as retirees, and also campground availability, I somehow managed to score a weekend in the middle of May. I planned more than 6 months in advance.
The week before, the weather forecast wasn't looking perfect and mom said maybe we shouldn't go. It's May on the Washington Coast, it will (always has been) a mixed bag of weather, and always expect some rain. I said no, it will be great, we all know what the weather can be, and it doesn't have to be perfect. C'Mon...
Day of...we were en route. They had planned to meet us there. I sent a text asking where they were at, to gauge when they were going to arrive. They had left roughly the same time we had that morning. Some time went by, and then I got a message from mom. Dad had apparently torn the side off the rig leaving a shopping center parking lot, as they were leaving. He heavily damaged a bin door and the right side rear wheel skirt. She said they were still on their way, but dad was in a mood (obviously) and they weren't speaking to each other.
Oh, goodie!
Everyone arrived, got parked, tried to lighten the mood. And that's when the rain started. It poured all weekend. The trip just... sucked. It sucked donkey balls. Our RV (brand new) was leaking water through the front cap. The trip was boring because we were forced to stay inside and everyone was pretty grouchy. Sunday morning we all got up and packed up, headed home. Abort mission!
We laugh about it now, but it was a pretty cruddy weekend overall.