I’ve been living in this camper for five days now, and if you put a gun to my head, I’d have to say I’m having a pretty good time.
It’s not the Four Seasons, of course. For starters, you have to cook your own food over a primitive sort of charcoal grill (or in the microwave oven) and wash your dishes by hand. You have to constantly sweep the floor and wipe down exposed surfaces in order to preserve the necessary barrier between civilization and the Great Outdoors. You can barely turn around inside the bathroom and you have to shower in a special building like a monkey in the zoo. I went for a record four days without washing my hair because the time never seemed ripe, and then when I finally got around to it, there was a huge storm and I couldn’t make it to the showers without getting wet.
It started raining on Saturday evening and continued to rain for three days. We tried to get away from it, but the storm system was like a vagrant puppy that followed us around wherever we went. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from this trip so far, it’s that weather can really make or break a vacation.
But my vacation is not broken. It’s all in the attitude, you see. I have chosen, for example, not to dwell on the fact that it’s been raining cats and dogs or that the RV we got from Cruise America was dirty, stained, and generally beaten up, in favor of dwelling on when I might be able to take my next shower instead. Because in point of fact, this trip is an adventure replete with many magic moments in between some not so magic ones which, through the rear view mirror, already seem soft around the edges, the stuff that family legends are made up of.Subscribe to the blog. (It's free!)