Like clockwork, we made it to our first destination and in Mather style, making it minutes before the campground office closed. It’s completely our style to ignore little things like an office closing time and one of these days, we’re going to find ourselves and our little mobile housing unit parked on the wrong side of a campground gate. Sigh. Who knew a campground isn’t like a hotel, where you can check in any time of night.
Pretty much like any vacation, I usually find myself relieved to get to the destination so I can relieve myself. But oh no, not when you’re camping. There are “unspeakable things” that need to be prepared before you can sit on that Airstream potty and relieve yourself. Hooking up the “poop slinky,” as we call it, is totally Ben’s department, so until that’s done, I wait and continue my dance.
There’s also the issue of three dogs that are staring you down from the backseat of the truck, who also need relieved. So I did the adult thing and continued my own little pee pee dance, sacrificing my own comfort in order to hook up all three dogs for their comfort walk, complete with barking galore. Our dogs have definitely not learned campground etiquette. I’m hopeful by the end of our trip that me saying “hush” actually has some kind of effect.
Prior to just making it in time to the campground, we made a quick stop in Tallahassee to visit Aunt Charlie and John, where we learned that our system for keeping perishables is a complete failure. Even with Aunt Charlie’s extra 60 lbs of ice, leftover from hurricane Idalia, all that precious food that was leftover in our fridge from back home was pretty much lost. I’m glad we got that lesson out of the way. We’ll just plan to hit the Piggly Wigglys along the way.
So the summary of night one is we had two questionable hamburger patties (you might be hearing more about those later today 🫣), mushy chicken nuggets and mushy tater tots with warm Cokes for dinner. My “extra crispy” tater tots were so mushy that I knew I’d just be torturing them to try and save them for another day, so we had a small memorial service for the remainder of the bag. Rest in peace Chattahoochee tater tots.
Oh and by bedtime, our Airstream was infested by ants. So overall, not a bad first day. 🙃
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