At nightfall, my son and I claimed the master bed, the equivalent of a full-size mattress, at the back of the trailer. My friend and her 8-year-old daughter played geometry and deconstructed the kitchen seats into a fold-out bed of a similar size. I found the bed comfortable and probably would've slept well if not for my snoring, diagonal sleeper of a child.
My body had finally given up and fallen asleep in the wee hours, only to be waked by a crowing peacock of an alarm clock at 7 a.m. A coffee maker, real ground coffee and a mug were godsends after such a night. All of those things were on board the Airstream, as well as running water from a 30-gallon tank, a four-speaker stereo and a flat-screen TV, which the children were forbidden to watch. Camping, in my opinion, should be a break from the city, as well as Cartoon Network.