We all use different ways.
To the folks who just showed up in the 43ft $200,000 fifth wheel, that costs double my house. you have a beautiful rig. To the folks who are down in the woods in a bivvy tent, you guys are hard core,...
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Caveman Charlie wrote:
To the folks who just pulled in with their 1979 c class with more rust than panel. I can only imagine the memories you’ve made in that thing. I bet that dent has a story..
Y’all, we all camp differently, and we may not agree on it all, but we have to remember the only thing that matters is memories are being made, and you’re getting 120% out of your time with your loved ones. You have to forget HOW you go camping, and remember WHY you go camping. THAT is camping my friends. Spread love at the campground this season.
Amen brother!!
I have a (now) very good friend that brought exactly this sentiment to mind, it’s how I first met him (and his now thankfully ex-wife) years back at my ‘home’ park in central Florida. It’s a large condo type park, the lots are member-owned, and it has its own airport within the property.
They were renting a site near mine and having a loud squabble outside and it was obvious it was over staying or going. Everyone was doing their best to ignore them. Then I heard her say (yell) something like “we have to go home I may never see her again“ to which he replied something like “it’s more than 10 hours driving and you’re not going to get home on a plane any faster.”. I couldn’t ignore that. I went over and (tried to) introduce myself and offered to help get them ‘there’ sooner. The missus snootily pointed at my 20+ years old C and said “In that?”
“No” I said, “in my plane.” and pointed towards the airstrip. “10 hours driving is 2 hours flying, and we can be wheels up in 10 minutes. Where do you need to go?”
All the wife said was “Really?” and before I could finish nodding my head she was running into the m/h. I told the hubby to meet me at the strip and started heading that way myself.
Bottom line, in just over 2 hours we were in Jacksonville NC, she saw her Mom just a few hours before she passed, and I have a new friend.
BTW, he left her behind with her Mom, we went back home in time for a nice ‘bachelors’ steak dinner (on him) and we've been good friends ever since.
Don’t judge a book by the cover……..
