The Flying Cloud stood fast despite howling winds and hailstones. The sky turned a bruised shade of green in the dead of night. A terrific little number that took us to Kentucky, protecting us during our first tornado. We do the same with her owner who wisely saw her good bones. We see her at rallies and take a moment to give an affectionate pat. She was an entry model upgraded to luxury living in the right hands. The Bambi was adopted by a terrific Airstreamer and she got a makeover morphing into a super chic model providing comfort and much joy. On close consideration, a double tank may be the answer. Upon opening the door to the bathroom, I realized what trouble I caused. We loved our Bambi until the first time I incautiously had one more shower than I should have.
The two of us settled into the bed, laughing at the boys the dog snuffling in his bat cave below us. Their heads popped up and we heard them say, “It’s like a space ship, do you think they’re aliens?” The look on my granddaughter’s face was priceless. Our granddaughter looked out to see several boys surrounding the trailer. We were playing Crazy Eights with the lights shining into the darkness when we heard stealthy voices shushing each other and feet snapping twigs. As the sun set and the moon came up, the Bambi and our granddaughter settled for the night. Our eldest granddaughter joined us on our first run to a local park. Who knew camping could be so good! It was our Airstream Bambi and we found ourselves in the sellers’ tent. Under the bed was the coziest spot for our pooch and there was a two burner stove and a bathroom. We looked inside touring the unit might have been decidedly an overstatement. There, beckoning was a 16-foot beauty promising many fun days. The salesperson continued his tour until a shiny new toy called out to me. “Nope, we’re only interested in tent trailers,” my husband pronounced not even looking at the shiny new toys gleaming in the sunlight. There must have been a 1000 trailers for sale as we toured the lot with a hopeful salesperson. There was no gnashing of teeth or rending of garments upon its leaving.Īs with many of you, when children are gone from home, it’s leisure time for us! With nothing much in mind, we went to an RV show certain we could pick up a used tent trailer.
Dad got tired of driving them to the comfort station to plug in curling irons and sold the tent trailer. We could play Crazy Eights! Eventually, our daughters began to signal that camping with Dad and Mom was not their favourite activity.
Electricity was a rarity in campsites then and my husband strung a wire from the car battery to a lightbulb hanging inside the tent zipper. The camping experience was basic to say the least. We hadn’t been since we had the old hard top tent trailer that housed our three daughters. We’d never really thought about it but when we thought about it we did miss camping.
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