Day one on the “Eh” trip.

Well, day one on the “Eh” trip ‘almost’ went smoothly.

We drove north, into central Wyoming.  It’s stark and isolated, need I say more?

Thermopolis was our destination, I hear petroglyphs are nearby.

Backing the camper into our narrow slot, Larry outdid himself with one try, as a gaggle of 20 judges watched him.

I heaved myself over the side and into the bed of our truck, unhooked the chains, the emergency brake and the electric cord.  I sat down on the tool chest (mistake # 1) as Larry said something along the lines of “Watch out,” as he raised the trailer hitch up from the center ball.  Then he moved the truck forward a few feet and forgot to put the emergency break on (mistake # 2).

Larry started filly farting at the camper, behind the truck and wasn’t aware it was rolling backwards pinning my left leg under the trailer hitch.  Snatching my leg sideways, I tore my pants and incurred a second gash.  Barely able to speak, I managed a warning, “Larry, Larry, Larry.”  He turned around and slowed the truck with brut force using his arms and adrenaline before it made contact with the camper.  There is a dent.

The tool chest and ball hitch.

Leg crusher below…

Larry’s lucky he didn’t get squished and I still have use of my leg.