That confident little chin lift thing I do by way of acknowledging other dually drivers when I’m behind the wheel of the BFT?
The one that says, “Hey, lookit me! I can drive one too!”
Way — way — more effective when I am in fact driving the BFT. And not our Hyundai Sonata.
Not that the RV doesn’t come with its own list of cleaning, maintenance, repairs and other to-do’s (in fact, if ya drive by within the next hour, you’ll catch us washing it, which could be highly entertaining), but just by walking back into our bricks-and-sticks house, the get-it-done list increased by at least the eleventy-ninth power.
It’s a genuine mathematical phenomenon. I swear.
Lesson from the road:
Fresh cherries make for a refreshing travel snack, especially when purchased on sale for $1.99/lb.
I just wish I’d remembered that Tim won’t eat them before I bought that 2-lb bag — and ate most of them myself over the course of 3 days.
That… was regrettable.
Well, seeing as how we paid our $15 in the drop box and all, we decided to make use of the roomy, high-volume showers in the bath house.
Mine came with two observant crickets.
I’m clean, but I feel a little dirty.
It is too blessed hot for Walmart camping in Texas. We’d look like Ball Park franks in the morning.
Totally worth the $15 fee for an electric hook-up and the sweet, sweet feel of air conditioned slumber here in our spot at the Linden Municipal RV Park.