Two weeks ago on a pleasant Sunday afternoon, my city cousin called and invited me to accompany her on a jaunt over to Pensacola Beach…a mere 3 hour drive from New Orleans across Mississippi and Alabama to camp. Being the sensible person that I am and in the midst of still a lot of work on the house, I declined. [Enter Rando: Go if you want to. What are you going to do that will not be here when you get back?]. I believe he came to regret that encouragement, but I loaded and booked it to New Orleans Monday afternoon for the Tuesday morning departure.
She has had her A-liner pop-up for a bit over a year now and this would be her first long trip. She had booked in the Anastasia State Park in St. Augustine after the Pensacola stay. I tent camped twice in my life before, and I did not like it one bit. Let’s just say rain and mud was involved both times. But a roof and bed and the open road seemed like a good idea at the time.
I had to admit that the beach was far more enticing than camping on the banks of the South Concho River at Christoval in Tom Green County, Texas.
Set-up was reasonably uneventful and in no time, we were unloaded and popping up the pop-up and plugging in and hooking up water for the tiny kitchen sink–the only “convenience” in the camper. But, of course, we had also met all the neighbors and discovered the fan vent cover had broken and blown off somewhere between New Orleans and pit stop 1. Said neighbors secured duct tape and we found a heavy duty plastic bag and taped over the now open vent, because of course, rain was predicted.
Betty, I cannot wait to tell you about our shopping trip the following day as we went to Gander RV in Gulf Breeze–it will warm the cockles of your heart.