So considering we are total Glampers, you’d think our first time rolling out would be a trip on Easy Street.
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We were so excited to take the camper out on our first big adventure last February. We planned the perfect short weekend: two nights at a South Carolina state park known for fabulous hiking trails. We would leave Friday afternoon after the kids finished school and I got out of a random diagnostic test (under general anesthesia, but that’s no big deal, right?). Everything was on track to pull out at 4pm.
And then we took FOREVER trying to connect the camper and the car because this was absolutely the very first time we had done this. Other than when the sales guy connected the camper when we bought it. (I am 100% certain that when there is money on the line, it is somehow easier to connect the car to the camper. Call me crazy.) Around 5pm that Friday afternoon, it was finally all hooked up, and we noticed a funky smell. “Is that the AC? Coolant maybe? I don’t know, I just feel like I’ve smelled this hot, acid-like smell somewhere before.”
So how would you classify a water pump that is no longer pumping water? Broken? A really big leak? Disaster? Thank goodness my husband and his buddies are ridiculously competent and after spending more money and closely following a YouTube video, the water pump was back to it’s normal watery status; but rolling out Friday night was no longer an option.
We chalked it up to the providential mercy of God (after all, what if something REALLY BAD had happened?!?) and decided to leave the following morning. Turns out that was the best decision we could have made because the campground would have been closed when we arrived, leaving us two choices that horrible, dark Friday evening: sleep in a parking lot or go home.
We would have gone home, and maybe resold the camper for actual pennies. Because who needs adventure? Who needs family fun? Who needs ANY OF THIS? Needless to say, Glamping was quickly losing its shine and sparkle.
Saturday morning dawned a bright, beautiful day. We pulled out early, made the drive down the mountain and pulled straight into the wrong entrance. The entrance we chose would have been the one for compact vehicles, not the one for XL Denali trucks and 35′ campers. Nope, that was the next entrance which I’m certain was clearly marked for campers, but… So we held our breath on the hair pin turns (because if you hold your breath, the scientific truth is that your camper becomes shorter and skinnier) and finally pulled back out the other side. We checked in at the main cabin, got our site number, and threw that baby in place.
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What I meant to say is that several hours later, when we were finally set, our camper was gorgeous and solid and ready for one short night of success before we had to tear it down and check out by noon the next day. Fun times.
The fact that we made it through our first “glamping” experience is a miracle in and of itself. Looking back, it’s laughable (well, it will be in a few years, at least), and I am so very happy we made it through our first experience. To be quite truthful, family fun is rarely easy, yet it is so very, very worth it. At least that’s what my mom tells me, but she might just be getting revenge…