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Archive for August, 2007

…I thought I could ignore it and muddle through but I can’t.  I have a cold (a ‘cohd’ is how I’d be pronouncing it) – which I caught because I was too cheap and lazy to turn the heater on in the camper when the temps got down into the 50′s.  I can’t breathe…I’m going to bed…no pictures today (or possibly, tomorrow), I’m sorry :o(

…despite showing up at the campground at 11pm and almost being turned away, being stuck in a site that was too small for the Taj (as we are calling the camper…a la Taj Mahal) two dogs that barked at just about anything that moved, three small children in the next site who would NOT shut. up. (or leave the dogs alone so THEY would shut up) and a torrential downpour halfway through the trip that wasn’t supposed to happen…we actually managed to have a good time and have pictures to show it.

SO as soon as I’m done picking up the house because we have half the world coming over for dinner tonight (since, in my family if you go to Maine you must bring back lobster to thank those you left behind to watch the teenager, pick your squash and check the mail) I’ll get the pictures up for ya’ll…but first…must clean…then to tackle the 685 unread posts in my Bloglines….

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)