We could have been camping today. If I lean into my imagination I can see the flickering flames of the campfire and taste the toasted marshmallows. Why didn’t it happen?
Reality struck. Have you ever been so blinded by your wants that you lose sight of your needs? I was absolutely giddy about purchasing the Coachmen Clipper until….
Let me back up a bit. The Saturday after the RV show my husband and I cleaned the garage to make space to park our new tent trailer. We live in a townhouse with no yard or driveway. We believed the camper would just fit on one side of the garage with six inches to spare. How clever we are! One of us, can park on the street (probably him.) Now we won’t need to pay for storage. We were all set to pick up the camper later in the week.
Fast forward to Sunday night. A terrible rain storm hit Orlando. Tornados and hail were predicted. My husband realized he better put his car back in the garage. Then he decided he really didn’t want to park on the street permanently. On Monday, he started to scout around for storage facilities. He contracted to store the camper nearby.
Friday morning arrived. We dropped our dog off at my mom’s, and drove seventy-five miles to pick up our dream camper. Only we realized our dream camper was more of a nightmare. We endured a three-hour training session of raising and lowering the canvas top. Both of us were shocked to discover there are twenty steps in that process which must be performed in sequential order. No wonder the technician’s first words were, “Do you guys have any idea how much work goes into owning a tent trailer?”
The canvas top needs regular maintenance. It must be washed every time you use it and completely dry before storing to avoid mildew. That seemed impossible considering our storage situation. My husband pulled me off to the side. “Do you still want to do this?” he asked.
My stomach started churning. I felt like a deflated balloon. “I still want to get it, but if you are extremely opposed, I’ll relent.”
“I’m not extremely opposed, but I’m opposed,” He responded.
I need to also mention that while all of this turmoil was going on, his car was being equipped with a hitch and brake controlling device. My stomach was still churning.
Sometimes you have to face facts. How could I continue to insist that we go through with this plan knowing he wasn’t on board? “Okay,” I said. “Let’s see if they have another vehicle we can buy instead.”
A sales representative showed us a few lightweight hard top trailers. He tried to cheer us up with a bag of popcorn and some jokes. We came home empty-handed, except for a hitch and a braking device that continually flashes numbers under the dash.
In closing, sometimes the road to adventure includes detours. Take them.