East Tennessee Trip - June 10 - 16, 2018

Last Sunday, we left out of here around 9 a.m. to go to east Tennessee to see our kids and pick up our camper.  Back in March, our son started his new job, all the way across the state, and we loaned him the camper until he could find a place to live for him and his family.  They're all settled into their new house now, and we wanted to see it, and them, and help them celebrate the baby's 4th birthday.  We arrived on Sunday evening, a little after 6 p.m.  (Tennessee is a l-o-n-g state, especially when you're traveling from lower left to upper right!) 

We had a couple of fun days with the kids.  Monday we did a little birthday shopping for the baby in the morning, then went out for birthday dinner at a Mexican restaurant that evening.  The baby loved it when the wait staff sang "Happy Birthday" to her.  Tuesday, we lazed around a good bit (well, *I* lazed around while everybody else worked), then went to a lake that had a little sand beach and a swimming area.  Wednesday, after hugging all the kids, we picked up the camper at the RV park where our son had left it and drove to Cedars of Lebanon park to camp for a couple of days.  We spent most of Thursday and Friday poking around in antique malls.  Today, we battened down the hatches and drove home.

About the only arguing my husband and I ever do is when we are trying to park the camper, whether in a camping spot or in our driveway.  He has this thing: the camper MUST be perfectly parallel to whatever we're parking it on.  He usually does a pretty good job of backing the trailer into the parking spot at campgrounds, but getting it into our driveway is always a bitch.  It's either too close to the house, or too close to the edge of the driveway, or it's crooked. 

On the return leg of any camping trip, we're always tired from a long drive, and it's usually hot outside.  My job is to get out of the truck and "c'mon back" him.  It seems I can never find the right place to stand so that he can see me as I motion him.  Today, it was about 95 degrees when we began the parking attempt(s).  He pulled that camper up and back about half a dozen times before he quit (and I think he's secretly STILL not satisfied with where he put it).  On the next-to-the-last attempt, I asked him if he wanted me to go inside and get the tape measure, and measure from the front of the camper to the house then from the back of the camper to the house to make sure he's got it straight.  He turned his backside to me and said for me to measure THIS. 

I told him my tape measure wasn't that long, and then stuck my tongue out at him.

It was a fun trip, but it's good to be home.

And parked straight.  ;)