Last week I really did it...
Innocently enough, I agreed to go with a friend on a group camping trip at nearby Jordan Lake over Memorial Day weekend. She would be making day visits for the gathering and I would bring my camper and stay overnight for three days on my own.
Sounded easy enough.
So I packed up my camper and my husband helped me load my kayak on top of my car. Then I drove the ten miles down the highway to Vista Point campground at Jordan lake. At the gate, I met a man who was driving out, on his way to pick up a pig cooker for his group's outing. He was hurried but nice and I told him that I would like to come by later to see how they cooked the pig. And then I checked in with the attendant and headed down the road to the grassy field dotted with 100 water spigots and outlet posts set in rows about 10 feet apart from each other and I surveyed the area.
Two women from the group I was meeting called out my name and welcomed me and then I selected a narrow site squeezed between two huge RV's that seemed to offer a little afternoon shade. The man organizing our group's outing came over to me then and advised me to turn my wheel this way and that until finally my little camper was settled into a level area in my targeted zone.
Before I could even snap the walls and roof in place, another man hustled over to ask whether his motorcycle might be able to pull a little camper like mine. I said I thought that it would as I brushed past him to pull out my heavy wooden Marian Shrine and hang it above the door.
"Woah! Do you want some help with that? I'm a carpenter and can help you get it level," he offered as I stood on my tip toes in the doorway of my camper and with my arms stretched out straight above my head, hoisted it above the door.
"Tip it a little to the left. Now to the right" he advised as I made the final adjustments and regarded my work with satisfaction.
Stepping away too, he laughed and exclaimed, "It takes all kinds!" And he quickly put distance between himself and me as he disappeared into the sea of camping rigs.
Innocently enough, I agreed to go with a friend on a group camping trip at nearby Jordan Lake over Memorial Day weekend. She would be making day visits for the gathering and I would bring my camper and stay overnight for three days on my own.
Sounded easy enough.
So I packed up my camper and my husband helped me load my kayak on top of my car. Then I drove the ten miles down the highway to Vista Point campground at Jordan lake. At the gate, I met a man who was driving out, on his way to pick up a pig cooker for his group's outing. He was hurried but nice and I told him that I would like to come by later to see how they cooked the pig. And then I checked in with the attendant and headed down the road to the grassy field dotted with 100 water spigots and outlet posts set in rows about 10 feet apart from each other and I surveyed the area.
Two women from the group I was meeting called out my name and welcomed me and then I selected a narrow site squeezed between two huge RV's that seemed to offer a little afternoon shade. The man organizing our group's outing came over to me then and advised me to turn my wheel this way and that until finally my little camper was settled into a level area in my targeted zone.
Before I could even snap the walls and roof in place, another man hustled over to ask whether his motorcycle might be able to pull a little camper like mine. I said I thought that it would as I brushed past him to pull out my heavy wooden Marian Shrine and hang it above the door.
"Woah! Do you want some help with that? I'm a carpenter and can help you get it level," he offered as I stood on my tip toes in the doorway of my camper and with my arms stretched out straight above my head, hoisted it above the door.
"Tip it a little to the left. Now to the right" he advised as I made the final adjustments and regarded my work with satisfaction.
Stepping away too, he laughed and exclaimed, "It takes all kinds!" And he quickly put distance between himself and me as he disappeared into the sea of camping rigs.
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