Ruffin’ It

My Crib

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.

The view from our campsite in Lewistown, PA

The P-Dog bravely went on a recon mission to find some kindling. Here he is cutting down a tree limb about two feet from our picnic table.

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6 thoughts on “Ruffin’ It

  1. Kat

    Wow. You are gonna have to tell us all of your magical and not so magical moments when you return. Sounds like fun! And work too. ;)

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    1. Rima Post author

      The picture looks great because there’s a nice comforter on the bed. What you don’t see is the dirty floor, stained curtains, seats, walls and seat cushions, the broken grate in the kitchen and the useless shower with a broken door :)

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  2. vodkamom

    I’m sorry, but I laughed out LOUD at your first line.

    And the gun thing? That would have to be me. I do NOT camp. At least not well.

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  3. Painted Maypole

    does the P-Dog not know that you don’t burn green wood? it has to be old, dried out wood. and as campers, you should never cut something from a tree in the campground. bad form.

    still, i know what you mean about famoily legends. i grew up camping in a pop up trailer, and have wonderful stories of bowling for pinecones, getting attached by stinging nettle, making friends with kids all around, catching fireflies….

    ahhh…

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