(Excerpt from our forthcoming book Dear Bob and Sue: Season 3 – not yet available for sale.)
January 12, 2018 (Friday)
Somewhere Over Utah
Dear Bob and Sue,
We’re on the plane back to Seattle. Maybe it takes a week to get used to the RV lifestyle; last night we both slept like logs. It was a little sad cleaning out the RV this morning and packing our bags. Karen took a break for a moment and sat at the dining table rubbing her eyes with her hands.
I put my arm around her shoulder and asked, “Are you Ok, Sweetie?”
“I think so,” she said softly. “I’m just trying to figure out how much of my eyebrow I lost in the fire last night.”
“Ok, I think it’s time to take these trash bags to the dumpster,” I replied.
“Yeah, we’ve got a plane to catch.”
We had to laugh when we realized that the drive from Lost Dutchman State Park to the Cruise America office was all of 30 minutes. We were essentially camping in the suburbs of Phoenix last night.
On the drive over, I rehearsed my description of the dump station incident so the folks at the rental office would make sure that the unfortunate series of events I experienced doesn’t happen to the next renter. As the courteous young man who had checked us in recorded the mileage on the RV and examined the exterior of the vehicle for damage, I explained what had happened. I kept talking as we went back inside the office, and as he entered all the information into his computer, I finished my explanation, “… and I haven’t eaten eggs since.”
I was expecting a few follow-up questions from him because I have to admit, my description was rather detailed. The young man grabbed a printout from his computer, handed it to me and said, “Here’s your receipt, Mr. Smith. Do you need me to call you a taxi?”
“Yes, thank you. We’re going to the airport,” I replied.
All things considered, we would say our RV experience was a lot more enjoyable than we expected it to be. Even now, having just finished a week sleeping on a bed shorter than me, I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I’m pretty sure Karen feels the same.
Next month, we’re trying something a little more challenging: we’re driving our truck down to Henderson, Nevada and renting a teardrop trailer. No bathroom, no furnace, no refrigerator. We’ll keep you posted on how that goes. Until then, happy trails.