Now a little update from around our way. The first weekend in June when we took the RV on our maiden voyage. We were going to a small campground just over 60 miles from home. The weatherman was calling for 30% chance of scattered showers and when we left the house it was sunny and pleasant. No problem. Seven dog and two crazy women on board. Just an overnight to get a feel for the old buggy.
Since we were driving through the town where A's ex lives it was insisted we stop by so they could check out the RV. Just as we were leaving their house it started to sprinkle rain then as we headed east, raining a little heavier. Robyn decided at this moment all the excitement had caught up with her and she needed to poo. No problem, I'm prepared for it. She uses her potty pad and I yell to A to check her mirrors for cars behind us. All clear so poo out the window making sure it clears the side of the vehicle. Hey, squirrels, raccoons, birds and bear shit everywhere-what's a little dog added to the mix. I just didn't want it bouncing off some one's windshield.
We finally arrive and find a note on the office door to just go find a campsite and they will come around to register us later. We are familiar with the place since we camped here many years ago when we had come down the river by canoe. The rain has stopped. The critters and I are restless. I just want to pick a spot and get the crew out. A decides we need to drive around the entire place and nearly got us stuck in a mud hole the size of a small pond. A RV is not meant for that kind of shaking! A little bickering but a nice level spot picked and we quickly set up camp-just plug in. Hey this RV thing is easy!
We set up a huge exercise pen for the dogs and hand them out one-by-one and take a look at the sky as it turns gray and starts to sprinkle again. Maybe we should unroll the awning for shelter. We've only done this once; the guy we bought the RV from walked us through it but that's been months ago. On one side the support bracket is stuck and it won't budge. A starts trying to pry it but then I'm paranoid that we may break something and then won't be able to roll it back up. We decide to fight with it at home in the driveway (and when we came home it opened with no problem). The rain is coming down heavier so it's the one-by-one hand-off of dogs back into the RV and the rain hits hard. A says, "Hey, we could be in a tent".
So what does a person do when stuck in a RV during a downpour with seven dogs...drink of course! Actually we ended up having a great afternoon. We just put on the music, poured our drinks, chatted about everything under the sun, played cards, arm wrestled. We ate lunch and then since it was still raining, our campfire chili was cooked inside on the stove.
The dogs love the fact they can jump up and sit at the table.
Goes down too easy...just like lemonade.