Time to give up the RV

So we packed up the RV to take a family trip to Horsetooth Reservoir for a weekend camping trip before winter.  We were told that the campsites were first come first serve, so we headed up Friday morning to catch a spot.  When reaching the campgrounds, we see that every site is reserved.  I call the county number we had, and they told us that all the sites are reserved for the weekend.  We decided to drive up the mountain a little more before deciding to stop and see if we can ask someone.  Joe stops the rv and goes to see if there is anyone he can talk to in one of the booths.  I wait in the rv with the two boys when I look up and see the rv is moving.  Yes, the rv is moving and no one driving this big honker!  I jump up with Levi, run to the front of the rv, reach my foot into the drivers side *cockpit* and slam on the brakes.  I sit there with my body trembling with fear and adrenaline.  Joe casually enters the camper and looks at me quizzically.  I explain to him what happened and we figured that maybe we didn't put the brake on.  So, we continue to head back down the mountain when Joe calmly informs me that we have no brakes.  That's right...no brakes. He doesn't want to continue going down the mountain towards the hairpin curve that we must take.  So, we coast until he thinks he can turn into a parking lot and stop. We do manage to come to a complete stop and put blocks under the tires to prevent the rv from rolling.  We called Good Sam as we purchased the roadside assistance with RV protection.  Now, if you remember last year we broke down on our way home for our cross country trip just 10 minutes from home.  We had called AAA and a tow truck was there within 20 minutes to tow our RV back home.  This year it took 24 hours to get a tow truck.  Our friend came and picked up me and the boys that Friday night.  He drove one and a half hours back home dropped us off and went back up to get Joe and the dogs.  Then Joe went back up the next day on Saturday to finally get it towed to a service station.  Then we all went back up Sunday to pick up the rv which now had new brake pads and brake lines.  We are all safe, Isaac didn't know any different as we spent hours playing around the trails, because we happened to safely come to a stop in the parking lot of a trail head. Plus, we had all the food and drinks we needed to last us that day in the rv.

What I learned...
1. AAA is better than Good Sam based on our experiences in the last year.
2. We don't have good luck with motorhomes, and I might just have to suck it up and get a van to travel with kids and dogs.
3.  Most importantly, God is good and protected my family when we needed Him!