So, my Dad had a pop-up camper. It's huge. Two California King beds, plus a couple other areas that can convert to nicely cushioned beds. A small refrigerator. A microwave. It's got an air conditioner for criminy's sake. I said my Dad HAD this pop-up camper. Now I do. We bought it from Dad over the weekend. It had been in his garage for a long while. My step-brother used it now and then, but not so much these days.
Well, we spent the weekend cleaning it out. My step-brother took VERY good care of it. I was amazed at how clean it was, but we cleaned it again anyway because that's what you do when you buy used equipment. Also to get the kids involved. It had the odor of non-use. Nothing terrible. Nothing rotten. Just ... non-use and sitting in a garage. So we left it open to air out.
Now early this morning we had wicked wind. Ferocious wind and with it torrential cold rain driven by the high wind. At lunch my wife and I went out to check out the camper to see where it had leaked. Not whether. There was no way it was going to be dry inside. It was dry inside.
When we came back inside the house to finish lunch, my wife suggested, "Why don't you take your computer out to the camper and work from there tomorrow to see whether you like it?" My look must have been quizzical because she paused a while and said, "Some campgrounds have Wi-Fi. If you can work from in the camper, we can go a lot more places."
I may have created a monster.
- Zurf
