PV aka PeeVee aka Portable Village
We’ve got a new vacation home and this one’s got wheels under it. During the past week we committed to (we ought to be committed) and purchased our daycare lady Lana’s tow behind camper trailer. It’s either the VOW (village on wheels) or the PV (
The price was right (read as “we had the money burning a hole in our familial pocket) and we couldn’t resist. Jamie has fond memories of motorslumming when she was young (even though she hated it at the time) and I’m a sucker for the great outdoors (by professional circumstance) so we’ve decided to subject our offspring to the same torture she was brought up with, mwa ha ha ha haaaaaaa!
I picked PeeVee up Thursday evening after work and Ben, Lana’s husband, helped me hook everything up and make sure all the lights were working properly. This particular 1971 KIT Sportsmaster lost it’s “new car smell” at least two decades ago but I was excited and didn’t hear half of what Ben told me about the pilot lighting procedures, the electrics and the water system I just wanted to get on the road and get camping, but that wasn’t to be for a few days.
I towed PeeVee home, leveled her up and Jamie got to setting up house (mopping, vacuuming, installing dishes and pans, etc.) She sat through three nights while we resisted sleeping out there. She sat through the admiration of the invitees to our 8th Annual Croquette Invitational Tournament (none of whom were invited in to look around, just admire her shiny, er, dull exterior).
Sunday morning, T-day (T for travel) finally came and the tension in our household was unbearable. Madeleine was being bratty because she was excited which stressed out Jamie who stressed me out and Genevieve, well Genevieve didn’t know what the hell was going on, just that something was up.
Expedition and PeeVee on Shamrock Street!
We started getting ready, with no particular time table, around 8am and we were on the road by 10am. Not too bad for our first time out. Jamie wanted to go somewhere that was far enough away that we couldn’t just “run to the store” if we needed anything. I wanted to go somewhere close yet strangely exotic.
I don’t want to get too historical but here’s a cool little piece on
Finally on the road (with one quick stop for gas) Jamie was instantly freaked out by the feel of the thing pushing the company Expedition around. It takes some getting used to but after the first 50 miles I felt like a pro (although I am looking into a set of sway bars; thanks for the suggestion Papa). When we left
As we neared
The
Going through the tunnel was a first for
I’ve been to
We did a quick tour, which is really quick in
After leveling up the PeeVee in the rain (while the girls waited with Vv’s poopy diaper in the Expedition) we began to set up camp. Nothing much, of our random packing up job, had shifted but Jamie did have a few choice words about what we had done. I tried to fire up the gas items (heater, stove and refrigerator) but it was raining and my patience was shot. I needed a beer or a martini or something and a few less drops of liquid sunshine before I took on that task again.
After a few moments of sitting (er, maybe it was a nap I took in the Expedition) and a break in the rain we decided on a walking tour of the waterfront. The highlight being this panorama of
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the walk through the pedestrian tunnel below the rail yard,
Mad, Jamie and Vv staying out of the rain-ish
and this family (minus me) portrait.
(some of the) Family Portrait (the best parts anyway)
and the loop brought us back to base camp. The site already had a fire pit built up so all that was left to do was set up the porta-loungers, light up a Presto log and let the Smores begin.
Ahhh, trailer sweet trailer. It could be a postcard if Jamie were smilin' and wavin' from the doorway and Vv was throwing small critters upon the fire.
This is my bliss.
Doing!