For sale

Most of my summer vacations growing up involved camping. We camped a lot and it was awesome.

When Mar was about two, we took her camping for the first time. She loved being out in the woods, throwing rocks in the creek and tromping around Mother Nature's playground. But she never really slept well in the tent.

Then we started using Bill's dad's camp trailer and our whole camping experience changed. With our own bathroom and comfortable beds, our camp experience was transformed.

Originally, I was against the camp trailer. It is really camping if you have all the comforts of home. But it's so much easier with a camp trailer.

A couple of years ago, we bought our own camp trailer. We loaded it up with all the cooking and camping accoutrement's that anyone could want and we camped. It was awesome.

We have had a great time camping with our trailer. Mar would go to sleep easily with dog tucked in the bottom of her sleeping bag* and we felt comfortable sitting with the adults enjoying silly banter around the campfire.

Our two favorite games are "which is better" and "melt the bottle."

I described, in great detail, the "melt the bottle" activity last year. It's really fun, especially if you have a good stick for the poking.

"Which is better" is a game that has no point or purpose, so it's perfect for us. One person says two similar things, like oranges or bananas and everyone says which is better.

I told you that it was pointless, but we always play it and enjoy it for reasons that are still unknown to us.

The only problem with our camping excursions is that we're limited as to where we can camp by the size of our trailer. Our SUV is just barely big enough to pull it so we never go very far. Coupled by the fact that we don't like to camp in designated camp areas, but unincorporated areas, we are ham stringed by our lovely little trailer.

So we decided to sell and try to find a smaller pop up trailer that we can take further distances and get into smaller spaces.

We're sad because we've had so much fun in our trailer, but it's the right thing to do.


*The dog loves camping, but she hates the cold and she hates campfires, so when Mar goes to sleep, Quincy goes too. And she's happy as a clam nestled into the bottom of Mar's sleeping. Yeah, I have no idea how she breathes, but she does.