Life Lessons from a Winnebago I
It seems forever ago we decided to take an RV trip. Forever ago, it seemed forever away but here we are, picking up Abigail, about to launch from the great city of Odenton.
As I get out the RV, I hear my Abigail say, "Um Dad..." You never want to hear that. There is "Daaaad!" And "Um Dad." The first means Dad is embarrassing to his children. No concern. The second means I made a real mistake. In this case the entire comment was "Um Dad, did you know that cargo door was open?" Fortunately nothing fell out driving confidently up Route 3, at least nothing I remember packing there.
Then we hit the road.
After a dinner time cookout, we head off to Handels Homemade ice cream in Ohio because we are unwilling to violate the vacation rule and it sounds yummy. And it is not until we realize we must navigate down a small town road in a big RV that I get nervous. Somehow I avoid a host of cars each glaring at me and daring me to side swipe it. After slurping down the ice cream and frozen bananas, it was worth the adventure.
Finally we bed down happily in an Ohio rest stop and drift off to sleep.


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