We brought our used TT home from the dealer, loaded up and drove about 15 miles to a state park. While I struggled with the set-up, DW walked the dog to keep her from hearing any foul language. I couldn't figure out the awning, so DW went back to someone she had met on her walk. He came down and helped me put the awning up.
The first night, the neighbors were up all night laughing and singing. I think there may have been some alcohol involved. DW was not sure this was fun. Next trip was a couple weeks later and involved driving on the freeway. Yikes! I was scared silly, but we made it safely and had lots of fun, until DW fell off her bike and skinned her knee.
Well, it's ten years and three RVs later, and every time we get home from a trip, DW can't wait to hit the road again.
