Sitting in that camper, pictures of memories came to my mind. Most just made me smile, but one made me laugh. On the way to one campsite we had a little problem. One of the wheels of the camper came off. I remember watching as the damaged tire rolled away. Dad pulled over and put on the spare tire before we continued on our journey. However, it wasn’t long before the other tire fell apart and we left the rubber alongside the road.
We didn’t have another spare and no place was open where we could get a new one. So…Dad kept driving to the campsite. The absence of that tire caused a horrible scraping noise and a fireworks show as we drove down the road. You can imagine the attention we received; fortunately none by the police. I believe I remember thinking to myself, “Are we there yet?”
When we arrived at the campgrounds one of the families we were camping with let us borrow their spare tire. But the trip home after camping was eerily similar. We lost our original spare. Being Sunday, again no place was open where we could stop.
“We can make it home,” Dad said.
Once again, sparks were flying as we noisily scraped down the road. Once again I found myself mentally asking, “Are we there yet?”
And people think camping is boring!