Well, we’ve just returned from our first camping trip of the season! The “boys” (son, grandson and, Papi) did an overnighter at one of our favorite local campgrounds.
It was not ideal camping weather but not totally awful. On Friday the wind was gusty (30+ mph)… so I didn’t roll out the awning… or (obviously) hang my lights.
It was warm… near 80. That was great and made sitting outside a pleasant experience.
My grandson had a good time riding his bike and “big wheel”. He has a good head on his shoulders when it comes to traffic safety. He pulled off into the grass when he saw a truck drive into the campground. (It was wayyyyy on the other side of the campground but he was not taking any chances!)
We had a nice campfire that evening… after the wind subsided to a tolerable level.
My grandson asked if the frogs were “…going to be making that “noise” all night?” (It didn’t take him long to get used to it. It was “music” to my ears.)
Early the next morning a thunderstorm blew through. (That drove off the folks from the only tent pitched in the place.) There was a little thunder and lightening… but nothing close. I think we only got about a half-inch of rain.
The old RV rocked just a little. The stabilizers held her pretty firm. No leaks… so I’d call it a good night. My grandson didn’t wake up until the end of the storm and all he did was crawl from his upper birth down into the bed with his dad.
We ate like guys! Grilled jalapeno burgers, pork and beans, macaroni and cheese (for the grandson) and cottage cheese for supper… scrambled eggs, bacon, fried potatoes and onions, coffee, milk, juice for breakfast (with doughnut holes for desert). Junk food for lunch! Mmmmm.
On a side note: In preparation for the trip I got to looking at some of the online maps of the area. I was convinced there was a closer route between my home and the campground. According to Google Maps there was! In fact… about 11 miles closer! (That would save me over two gallons of gas each way.) It appeared to be just a little drive through the country. The first hint that I’d made a mistake was the one-lane road restriction I came across early in the short cut. That only slowed me down about 3 or 4 minutes. No big deal. The rest of the trip will be gravy… wrong. The rest of the “short cut” was made up of some of the narrowest, winding, bumpy, hilly, chuckhole riddled back roads I’d ever encountered with the RV. Add to that… the far and few between road signs to confirm I was still on the right route… and it became a bit of a stressful drive. I took one wrong turn (it looked like the right place on the map) and ended up on the road I would have been on anyway if I had not taken the “short cut”. My new route only added a total of 30 minutes to the trip. Some “short cut”!
You may be wondering why I didn’t use any of the readily available GPS technology. That could have, at the very least, helped me through the wrong turn situation. In fact there is a GPS on the RV dashboard… I mounted it there myself. But it might as well be grand piano, or a box of Ding Dongs… because the “cab over” portion of the RV blocks all GPS signals. My dashboard is a radio frequency dead zone. Somewhere in my “stuff” (the key word is “somewhere”) I have a remote magnetic antenna for my GPS. If I had some clue where it might be I’d slap that sucker on the hood and get those satellite signals. But sadly… after searching off and on for nearly a year… I am still clueless as to where I’ve put it (so it wouldn’t get lost).
I sent word to my son to throw away my “short cut” instructions and drive in the way he already knew.
All in all… it was still a great camping experience. As some wise person once said… “The worst day camping is better than the best day working!” I can’t wait for the next trip!