My Chevrolet Express van Class B- camper
I have been camping in my 1990 Chevrolet Silverado Blazer 2-door for the last 20 years. When I removed the back seat there was just enough room for a 3/4 sized (Hollywood, as some people called them)...
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Every year for several years running we would go to Willis Virginia to Daddy Rabbit's campground on the weekend of October 31st, which was their last open weekend of the year. We always had the run of the place. We never made reservations, we just grabbed two pugs, jumped in the van, hit the grocery store and on to the mountains. We never arrived while the sun was up.
One year we got up there late and it was pitch dark. I opened the side door of the van and the little black pug jumped out and started running laps around the van with me in pursuit. It was wonder that I didn't kill myself chasing that dog. All I could see was a black smudge. These days I wouldn't have seen that much. I finally got her back into the van. Once she figured out how cold it was out there she wasn't in such a hurry to go back out there.
It was our tradition to cook Hobo Dinners over the fire when we camped there so, I got a fire going and we cooked up those dinners. Once they were done we sat at the picnick table to eat by the fire and the hamburger grease was congealing before we could get a good start on eating it. Cold hamburger grease ain't good. Of course we had shore power and a little heater so we stayed warm in the van.
The next morning the sun came up and it was a beautiful, cool day. I was working around the van when the van started shaking like there was a fight in there, the door flew open and this flaming object came flying out. DW had washed some panties in the sink and decided to dry them in the microwave. They caught fire.. I laughed and she said if I ever told anyone she would kill me..
Every year for several years running we would go to Willis Virginia to Daddy Rabbit's campground on the weekend of October 31st, which was their last open weekend of the year. We always had the run of the place. We never made reservations, we just grabbed two pugs, jumped in the van, hit the grocery store and on to the mountains. We never arrived while the sun was up.
One year we got up there late and it was pitch dark. I opened the side door of the van and the little black pug jumped out and started running laps around the van with me in pursuit. It was wonder that I didn't kill myself chasing that dog. All I could see was a black smudge. These days I wouldn't have seen that much. I finally got her back into the van. Once she figured out how cold it was out there she wasn't in such a hurry to go back out there.
It was our tradition to cook Hobo Dinners over the fire when we camped there so, I got a fire going and we cooked up those dinners. Once they were done we sat at the picnick table to eat by the fire and the hamburger grease was congealing before we could get a good start on eating it. Cold hamburger grease ain't good. Of course we had shore power and a little heater so we stayed warm in the van.
The next morning the sun came up and it was a beautiful, cool day. I was working around the van when the van started shaking like there was a fight in there, the door flew open and this flaming object came flying out. DW had washed some panties in the sink and decided to dry them in the microwave. They caught fire.. I laughed and she said if I ever told anyone she would kill me..
