I really only have two complaints. The first was the RV’s refrigerator. I can’t honestly complain too much — but you’ve got to gripe about something, right? I’ve owned an RV before, back when my kids were growing up, so I know that mechanical hiccups come with the territory. You just deal with it and move on.
The second complaint? The weather. Like everyone says, it could’ve been better — but it could’ve been a whole lot worse, too. We were in front of the campfire every night, enjoying a few adult beverages and talking about a lot of nonsense. So I’ll call that a draw: Mother Nature 1, Camp Run-a-Muck 1.
Pennie, who I thought might be our biggest challenge, ended up being a real trooper. She’s used to having free rein of the yard at home, so being on a leash was new territory. She also managed to give me plenty of exercise — mostly by wrapping herself around the canopy poles every ten minutes. She loved her morning and evening walks, though. We saw plenty of deer, but she barely glanced at them. I guess her attitude was, “I see deer in my backyard every day. Nothing to see here.”
Bill and I have been talking about what we did right (quite a bit, surprisingly) and what we could do better (there’s always a list). For our first camping trip in over 30 years, I’d say we nailed it. We even wrote down a few lessons learned — partly for next time, partly because at our age, memory is more of a suggestion than a guarantee.
Now, I know the real question you’re asking: “What’s next for Camp Run-a-Muck?” We’ve been tossing around ideas — maybe the Smoky Mountains, maybe the Southwest — who knows where we’ll end up? But rest assured, there will be a sequel.
As for my next mission: getting Mrs. Weeble out on an RV trip of her own. Wish me luck.
To be continued…
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