I had a new pup before jumping up to hybrids. Imagine coming home from work, loading a truck with gray tank, coolers, clothes, and firewood. Imagine whatever toys from bikes to canoes.
Drive 1 hour to closest state park. Spend 2 plus hours fumbling with a bag awning, dual drains, unloading a truck, hungry kids, loading pup, and finally making dinner 2 hours after unhooking. I actively tried to rip off the bag awning in a fit of rage after my lab was attacked by a loose dog and knocked the awning leg off. First trip, dw opened door and ripped that pos awning. Did I mention that I despise pups with a passion after 2 years of PTSD fumbling with a pup?
Onto hybrids, tts, whatever.
Unhook hybrid, level, drop beds, and make them. Done deal. Time for beer thirty. Climb in whenever you want. Load them, keep the beer in the fridge in that secret hideaway from the rest of the family. TT unhook, level, and crack open a beer.
Boondocked one week each in a pup and hybrid during hurricanes Irene and Sandy. Hybrid was a piece of cake during Sandy, but the pup got me fired after Irene!
Easy towing with a pup, yeah right! One jerk of the wheel and the train starts to sway!
