Not while camping, but cleaning out the rig after getting home. January 2, hubby returned to work after a week-long trip to San Diego to visit 2 of our kids. I was emptying rig, cleaning rig, doing laundry. Regular post trip stuff. Anyways, I had just stripped the bed and grabbed towels from the bathroom. Load was really too big for my short arms and narrow doorway so I had to egress by turning a little as each elbow exited. Somewhere in the turning I miscounted steps and took a long stride towards the house, missing the bottom step, twisting my ankle really badly. There I was, sprawled across the driveway, laundry everywhere, and my nightgown was not where it was designed to be.
It took a few minutes to get up off the ground and hobble into the house so I could get dressed before hobbling back out to retrieve the laundry and my dignity. Now, if I'm by myself I use a laundry basket and put it down, get out, and then grab the basket.