Deb took advantage of the furniture-less motorhome to repaint the living room. What we had was a splotchy tan and sea foam wall paper. In the end, Deb painted a base coat (actually the same color that we used when we repainted Surrey for the last time). She sponged over the base coat with a dark tan that was a perfect match to the new carpeting. On top of the sponging, she placed random, multi-sized circles of paint in black, burgundy, and sage. The colors match all of the furniture in the coach and the circles match the bubble theme we added in previous years.
It took two full days for the five carpet installers to finish the 440 square foot space. They described it as more of an upholstery project than a carpeting job because there were so many small pieces that needed to be tucked and glued and wrapped in order to cover all the nooks-and-crannies in the floor. In the end, there were ten tired knees and a terrific carpet install that has finally finished off the interior of our rolling home. WooHoo ... it looks great!!! Winnebago would be proud of our exciting updates to their grandma's parlor OEM color scheme.
reason to smile
The tail swing on a motorhome is significant. There is almost ten feet of motorhome hanging behind the rear wheels. As I turned left, the tail swung quickly to the right, and clipped a wood post near the street at the front of our lot.
The old wooden post "just" caught the bottom of the fiberglass rear cap and pulled it free from the motorhome. And that post just wasn't gonna move out of the way. Unfortunately, the fiberglass at the bottom cracked,as did the top corner from where the whole rear cap assembly actually hangs. Needs to be removed, replaced and re-painted. Ugh. My first ding in Faith -- and it is a big one. A REALLY bad day for Ken!
And, yes. He is still teaching me things about Faith!
finale flag day
at surrey drive
(HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!)
camping with dad
My father inspired in me with the irresistible and undeniable urge to camp, travel, and explore our country by hi-way. As a child, my family started camping in a large 8x16' wall tent, the "El Dorado" (I think I was about 8 years old when we set up that monster for the first time). Dad made a HUGE camp kitchen for it (featuring cast iron cookware). Things were definitely big and heavy back in those days. We would drive as far as $25.00 would get us, and set up camp. We used another $25 to get back home. Twenty-five dollars goes a long way in providing fuel in the relative flat mid-west of the 1960s.
While all of us kids had scheduled, sequenced responsibilities when it came to setting up the El Dorado, it only took two of us to set up the "A-Pace." I liked to be the one to crank up the top! And when you cranked up the top the beds popped out of both ends. It was the coolest thing! And it didn't smell like mold!
Our family eventually migrated up to a couple pick-up truck campers. But by that time I was distracted by cars, a job, and girls; I was almost through High School. I really did not camp much with the family in the truck campers (though I recall my father bringing the smaller one on Boy Scout camp outs several times -- I was never invited to sleep in it).
I missed the opportunity to ever have a chance to camp with him again. Or to have the grand kids go on a camping trip with him. There were lots of states between us and time always passes too quickly; I guess I never thought it was important enough. And then he had "the" stroke -- he never recovered, and eventually passed. A far cry from camping, his last activity with his two grandsons was his funeral, where the two boys were presented his naval ceremony flag.
I'm sorry that we never got the chance to go camping again, dad ... I know that me, you, and the kids would have had a great time RVing together.