On the third day of our Wild West Adventure, I noticed a
pattern. After we had left the campground, the crew took their places. Everyone
knew that my granddaughter was the navigator and always rode in the front
passenger seat. She was also prone to car sickness, so if she felt better
sitting in the front, that worked for us!
The oldest grandson mostly rode at the table in the center
of the RV. He had a purpose for that which I’ll talk about later.
The youngest boy always moved around to different seats,
which was pretty normal for a 10-year-old. And the 17-year-old mostly chilled
out on my bed in the back. This is how we started our journey every day.
Taking off down the road was a hilarious occasion. After we
slowly careened the motor home through the campground, we entered the busy
roads leading us to our next destination. During the first mile the
refrigerator was usually the first thing to pop open because nobody ever
remembered to make sure it double clicked when they closed it. The milk, fruit,
yogurt, water bottles and lunch meat for sandwiches all flew out the door and
landed on the floor.
Next, the cupboard doors that had not been completely shut flapped
open, scattering t-shirts, headphones, and underwear all over the place. This happened
every single day! I’d long forgotten how kids do not remember to shut anything.
The worst was the bathroom door. If someone was in there
when we took off, well…let’s just say everyone had a funny story about that
experience!
To say we looked like a traveling clown show for the first
few miles down the road would be an understatement!
(Stay tuned for more
stories from the Wild West!)
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