RV ventilation

Last spring, I parked my Class C at a campground in the Smoky Mountains and woke up at 2 a.m. to the sound of rain hammering my roof. My first instinct was to jump up and slam all three roof…

Last summer, my RV turned into a sauna. I’m not exaggerating. Parked at a campground in southern Utah in July, the temperature inside my rig hit 94°F before noon — even with every window cracked open. My stock roof vent…