Apologies to Jack Kerouac but I couldn’t resist. Marge and I have discussed buying a travel trailer. Really, it was my idea but of course it was a joint decision to make. I have no idea why, it just seemed as though it would be fun. We bought a used two-year old model, I can’t remember the make now. It was a 22′ model, very well laid out and suitable for our entire family. Marge would agree to camping if she had a double bed, bathroom, gas heater, range and sink, which this one had in compact form. Our 70 Ford station wagon needed some beefing up and then we got the trailer home, and I managed, for the first time, to back it into the spot for it in our drive. Hooray for me, a cinch. Or at least I thought so then. Live and learn.
When I was looking at trailers in the spring show, I got into conversation with a guy seasoned in this hobby. I still remember his remark about buying “If you can get a good night’s sleep in one, you can put up with anything, if you can’t, you can put up with nothing.” Very sage, so that evening we left the kids in the house and set up the double bed to verify that. The heater was comfortable as was the bed, though we didn’t spend the night sleeping. A personal life mystery is why some times we could make love and it was excellent for both of us, other times just go through the motions, have a smoke roll over and go to sleep. The smoke bit is just a stale gag from “B” movies. Forget that. I am sure other couples had similar experiences, we were not alone in that. Still, it would have been more meaningful and satisfactory if we could have enjoyed the mysterious pleasure of physical union together more often.
We had a mild winter in 72-73 though with some colds and minor aches from spring yard work, nothing serious. March did bring a company car to live with us which was much appreciated by all.
This is much shorter than my usual posts but I will write about our first trip the next time as that deserves treatment of its own.