by Capebuild » Sat Jun 18, 2022 12:10 pm
Thanks Ralph. It was great to finally get out with the trailer. I remember we both started building around the same time. You've got some miles on me and I've enjoyed reading about your travels (and cooking adventures).
And Tony.... I was waiting for that rough draft / chapter 2 to get back from the proofreader.... but if I remember correctly ..... it goes something like this.
We had known ahead of time alcoholic beverages were not allowed in the park so we hopped in the Subaru to scout out a local brewery. No luck. Our next stop was the local convenience store where we found one of our favorites in the beer fridge, Fiddlehead IPA from Vermont. With that, along with some chips and salsa, we made our way back to the campground. We rushed past the main gate leaving no suspicion about us entering the campground with the fiddlehead contraband. Having never been away from our trailer while out in the wild, there it was, still set up on site; just the way we left it. "PHEW". My wife and I quickly converted the bed into couch mode, set up the interior table and proceeded to enjoy our bounty. Delicious!! Our fellow campers, looking through our large picture window, waved to us as they walked by. We looked back at them, beer in hand (er, uh, I mean.... anonymous cup in hand) and returning the wave. Happy, Happy!!! Before we knew it, dinner time had arrived. We had purchased one of those Bar-B-Qd chickens which we enjoyed on home grown salad greens. (mind you, if we had our much awaited Partner Stove, we would have cooked something up..... like bar-b-q chicken).
After dinner we went on a long walk around the park and tried to make our way back on trails that weren't quite trails yet. Upon our long return it was time for bed..... so we converted the couch down to bed mode, lowered the shade covering the large front window and pinned up the curtains my wife is currently constructing. Rolled back the sheets and climbed into our nest. The sound of the nearby surf could be heard pounding the shore. The fresh salty smell of Buzzards Bay wafting in through the open windows. We used our reading lights to check up on where we were in relation to where we live. Before long there was a nice rain. And before we knew it, we were both lightly snoring.
How did I know my wife was lightly snoring if I was soundly asleep? I just know.
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