Charlie’s Guts
Any and everybody whose has graced our property, has been given a ‘tour’ of Larry’s fifth wheel, S.S. Tunafish.
I’ve never understood the masculine attraction to all things mechanical and gadgetry, but it’s a real phenomenon, particularly with Larry. S.S. Tunafish, or ‘Charlie’ for kicks, is his love affair. (The new truck is bidding for first place obsession...give it another week or two.)
One day in the kitchen, Larry looked past me and said, “Good morning, Sweetheart.”
“Did you just direct that at the dog or me?” I asked.
“At Summer.” He replied.
“Oh, ‘Sweetheart’ used to be my name.”
He backpedaled, “I call you other names, like...(I could hear him thinking hard).”
So, now the dog is his ‘Sweetheart.” Granted that four legged bitch can race out and catch a frisbee in the air, poop in the back yard, and shed horribly the house, all beyond my skill set.
Ok, that’s the end of my hissy fit...now I’m bracing myself for the day he calls his camper, ‘Sweetheart.’
Summer and the Frisbee
If you’ve wondered how Charlie looks inside, wonder no longer...
Three steps up is the bedroom.
Charlie has a queen size bed on IKEA slats for ventilation.
Eric, a retired coworker asked if it was claustrophobic?
“Not really,” I replied, “I worried about that at first, but it’s rather cozy. And there’s a skylight over the bed that you can open and look at the stars.”
The bathroom has a wet bath.
“Everyone is fat in a camper bathroom,” my neighbor stated.
She got that right, showering on our last trip was an exercise in elbows and walls.
The dining area is the perfect size, with dogs underneath and a table that slides side to side to settled in on the bench seats. Surrounded by three windows, you get a breeze no matter how you’re parked. In addition to overhead lights, the dining area has corner reading lights.
This is where we meal plan, prep, and eat, play cards, and live life to its camping fullest.
The all important Bear Beer Bottle Opener
Coffee, Coffee, Coffee
Dogs Rule, even Sweetheart Summer.
I love linoleum carving. A big thanks to my instructor Johanna Mueller.
All that counter space.
Good size camper fridge
I like black dogs.
Our kitchen has an extra-large sink (per our request), a three burner stove, full oven, microwave, large fridge and freezer. Because the fridge, freezer and pantry were packed to the max a week ago, and we didn’t leave, we find ourselves taking excursions to grab food items that are missing from the house pantry. In and out the camper we go, on a meal by meal basis.
Charlie, packed with partial food, clothing, and bike paraphernalia, waits patiently for her chance to prove herself in the journals of Cycling From A to B.
Please stay tuned, it could be a week, two weeks or more... hurry up gooseneck ball hitch.
Ending the blog with my favorite Sweetheart, Elliott.
