After finding out that others have had some flippin' hilarious "first time" out stories, (BDR, I laughed until I cried) I just gotta share a little romantic excursion the hubby and I took our first time out alone.
First of all, we had a redneck timeshare. For those of you that don't know what that is; it goes like this:
Wife: "Babycakes, those big fancy motorhomes sure are purdy!"
Hubby: "They sure are Peaches but them is pricey."
Hubby to Father: "Me and Peaches sure would like one of them big fancy motorhomes."
Father: "Me and Mama been thinkin' on it too!"
Hubby to Father: "But them is pricey."
Father to Hubby's Brother: "Your brother and I have lookin' at them big fancy motorhomes, but your brother thinks them too pricey"
Brother: "Heck, Pop, I'd like one too!"
Father: "Well, a third of one of them big fancy motorhomes ain't too pricey!"
So, you get yourself a calendar and everyone writes down their "reservations" and the redneck timeshare is born! (yeah, we've since had kids and needed more room than the "timeshare" allowed so we've moved on to a TT of our own but we started our love affair with camping the hard way)
Anywho, Dh and I decided that a nice romantic weekend was in order. I was just about 6 weeks pregnant with our first and we were ready to spend the weekend in the great outdoors. Wanting to try someplace new, we consult the Woodalls and lo and behold we find the "Tri Lakes Campground and RV Resort". We pack up the MH on a Friday evening and hit the road.
We arrive at our "resort" about 8:30 on a summers eve and I have just enough daylight left to be concerned. I'm not sure if it was the jeep with tractor tires that ran us off the road coming in or dog droppings I stepped over to get to the check in desk, but something just seemed to say that calling this place a "resort" could be a little like calling the local jail "the county's hospitality facitlity".
But, it was late and we had high hopes of fishing in one of the "tri lakes" the next day so we pulled into a campsite, hooked up and decided to watch a movie and just get some sleep. Just snuggling up to the DH, I here a loud "pop" and a dog starts barking like crazy. I raise up and peak out the back window looking in the general direction of the barking. I see nothing, no dog and no explanation for the "pop".
I slide back down in bed. "POP"! I look again. I then realize why I couldn't find the dog. Appearently, at the "Tri Lakes Resort", dogs live in luxury and I had not looked high enough for the dog because I did find him. Chained up just two campsites down and one back from ours. Chained to a couch..... and the couch was conveniently placed on top of their picnic table. The loud pop I was hearing was their travel trailer door. Being slammed. Regularly. By both the male and female occupants. See, everytime you finish your beer at the "Tri Lakes Resort" it's customary bang open your door and toss your beer can into the back of your truck. It's preferrable to do this while screaming obscenties at your wife but we would soon learn that it's acceptable to scream obscenties at whoever is there when you've drained your beer. We figured this out at about 2:00 AM when the wife of neighbor appearently called the police on her Romeo and he began to shout obscenties at them and received a complimentary ride to become a resident at the county's hospitality center!
Ahh, peace at last. VROOOOOOOOM! And we look again. Well, lookee here! The owner of jeep with no tags and the tractor tires has decided to comfort the wife of our neighbor
When we get up the next morning, we noticed that all but about 6 of the campsites (and ours is one of them) has the travel trailer on cinder blocks and the tires have all been appearently sold for beer money. (Come on, I totally get selling the spare for beer money, but not the ones you actually need to move your TT) The Tri lakes turn out to be the 3 puddles, two actually contained water. So, no fishing, no neighbors, and lacking the neccessary tractor tires and canine condo to join the locals, we decided to move on.
Now you might think this would be the end the tale but do you remember at the beginning of this post when I mentioned I was pregnant? Yep! So, after a hearty breakfast of a banana and a very LARGE glass of cranberry juice, we decide to hit the very long and very very windy road to another campground. Mind you I try to hold on to my breakfast but between the baby in my belly and motion sickness it seriously starts to think of revisiting. Eventually, I have to ask hubby to pull over and he finds the first place. A church parking lot. But not just any church parking lot; a very nice Seventh Day Adventist church parking lot. Now, it's Saturday morning and who can tell me where practicing Seventh Day Adventist are? ... Yes? ... Yes? You in the back?...
That's Right! They are in church! And just as they emerge they see a woman, fresh from a night in hell, projectile vomit, in red all over their sanctimonious parking lot. It was beautiful! Good Stuff I tell ya! I could have crawled under the nearist rock. I was stuck between wanting to explain and just wanting to escape before they all ran back in to the church.
Surely this is the end of our adventures, right? A woman could suffer no more humiliation or strife on one iddy biddy romantic weekend!
We travel on to a campground we know to be a decent place and have pleasent afternoon, a great evening hike and even some fair fishing. When we got to bed it's safe in the knowledge that our closest neighbors are the boy scout troop that's kinda situated around the corner as we are at the end of a "loop" and there is a pretty steep drop off behind us.
Now for the romantic part. Yep! Sunday morning comes along and after a pleasent evening, it turns out to be "romantic" Sunday morning.
Now, a motorhome has the bedroom in the rear, past the rear axles in our case. Because of the slope of the campsite, the rear of the motorhome had to be elevated a bit to keep us level. And, well, as we adults know, there is a little movement involved with the aforementioned "romance". Is anyone getting the mental picture yet?? Anyone? Anyone?
Yes, very nice!
Once the "romance" has ended, I realize the motorhome is still..... well.... you get the picture.
Needless to say, I'm sure the scout master appreciated having to explain the "young couple".
So, there you have it! mouseketeer_mom's most memorable camping trip.