Camping

Our maiden trip was wonderful. We went to Desoto State Park in Ft. Payne, Al. (the home of the country group Alabama). It was a beautiful campground in the State Park, with waterfalls, hiking trails, cabins, chalets, and much more. It was a relaxing weekend, although I wasn't too sure it was going to be when we got there. We got a later start from home than Mike wanted (but we had to go to the kids pep rally Friday afternoon). We got to the state park after sundown. We were driving around looking for a site to use ( they don't have assigned sites). The first sites we came to had an angle to get the camper into them. To complicate matters a little more, most of the sites had ditches on the sides of the road which made maneuvering the camper into the sites tricky. We found a promising site but there was a very inconsiderate person behind us who was right against our bumper. When we found a site, he was so close we couldn't even consider attempting to park the camper. We finally pulled to the side and let this guy go around us. He then preceded to drive a few yards and took 45 minutes attempting to back into a site then pulled away looking for another place. I was hungry, tired and beginning to get testy by this time. Needless to say, Mike decided to attempt the same site the other guy had finally given up. Not only did we NOT get the camper into the site, Mike managed to get the front of the truck into one of the ditches and bent the strut on the front tire. All of a sudden he turns and looks at me and says "I don't have any control to the steering." Talk about ready to kill someone. The long and short of this is, we finally found a site and a helpful fellow camper who helped guide Mike into it. We had a very relaxing rest of the weekend. Spent time with God and each other. It was a great renewing weekend.

A side note: I know my right from my left but I have a problem giving directions. If I give directions to someone with me, I tell them to look at my hands and the direction they are pointing, not what my mouth is saying. The hands are always right, what comes out of my mouth is generally always backwards. As we were driving home, I noticed Mike was having a little problem with the truck. I asked him if he was having to battle the truck a little. He said only when he made a right turn. A little later, I noticed he had problems with a left turn, when asked, he said "I meant your right".