The good news is we picked up the camper, nobody was hurt during the demo (and it didn’t start raining ’til we had it all closed back up again), we lived through dinner at Friendly’s on Central Ave in Albany and I managed to set it up again (with Dobby’s help) in the driveway this morning.
However, it’s huge. Gargantuan. Extremely large doesn’t even touch the description of this thing. When it’s closed down and folded ready for towing it comes up to my nose. I’m 5’7″. I’d like to point out that, while it seemed roomy inside when we looked at it we had no idea that a “12 foot box” (as described by the salesperson) was in actuality a FIFTEEN foot box that completely blocks all vision of the back of the vehicle. Apparently they teach math different at RV Salesperson Skewl.
When we drove into the back lot yesterday we were trying to figure out which camper was ours out of the five or six pop-ups they had sitting there. RR pointed to one and said, “There’s no way that’s ours. I’d love for it to be ours but it’s not. No way. It’s too big.”
Guess which one was ours? That would be the big one. RR’s dream fulfilled:
We decided to go with the one that was last years’ model (for the price) and had the slide-out (for our sanity). This way we have enough $$ to buy a lobster (yes ‘a’ lobster. We’ll be living on mac & cheese and hot dogs for a while) in Maine next week and enough space so if it rains I won’t kill RR. Or he won’t kill me. OR we won’t kill Dobby. There’s enough room for everyone’s nerves and two dogs – oh, did I mention we’re bringing the dogs? I may have completely lost my mind. ;o)