One of My Knight’s selling points for Harvey the RV was that we could take the dogs with us. We have four, and it’s always sad to leave them behind when we travel. So I have to say that once we got Harvey on the road and actually camping, one of the things I have enjoyed about camping is having the dogs with us. (I still can’t believe I just put the words “enjoyed” and “camping” in the same sentence.) The weekend before Christmas may make me change my mind about camping with dogs. Continue reading "Is That Dog Poop I Smell???"
Well, naturally as soon as we acquired Harvey the RV, My Knight was chomping at the bits to go out exploring the wilderness and the open road. (Or a state park close by.) So he took Harvey in to have a little check-up and make sure everything was working properly before we took our 1986 Cousin-Eddie-wannabe out on the road. (I would tell you how old he is in years, but that would just remind me of how long it’s been since I graduated high school, so please do your own math.) We were leaving right after school to join friends for dinner and the theater that night, but when I got home My Knight wasn’t there! Turns out Harvey had broken down on the side of the road. (Shocking, isn’t it?) Continue reading "Harvey the RV Gets Ready for Camping"
So I am sure that many of you would question my sanity (or more realistically question My Knight's sanity) if I told you we went camping again after the flooded festival. I would be there right there with you, but the truth is, we did venture out in a few more tent camping trips. I continued to marvel at how anyone can think it is fun to sleep on the ground (or on an air mattress on the ground), tossing and turning in the inevitable dirt and sand that gets tracked into a tent. I struggled to understand the relaxing component of packing as though we are going to move, then unpacking it all at the campsite, then repacking it for the trip back home and unpacking again. Hell, I struggle with fitting everything into one suitcase for a trip to Europe, and that's just clothes. Ask me to pack utensils, cookware, towels, lanterns, batteries, bug spray....Not Relaxing. And I will never believe that vacation should consist of cooking all my own meals, with bare minimum utensils and cookware, and then scrubbing the dishes clean underneath a water hose. Continue reading "Harvey the RV"