We’re still mourning the sale of our 1980 VW Vanagon Westfalia (almost a year ago). It was a sad day but it only had four seat belts, and the thought of, I don’t know, saving it for 20 years for some other use, or bolting Zuzu’s seat to the floor, didn’t make much sense. So we sold it to an adorable fresh-faced young couple who was planning to drive it to California (perfect!).
Two weeks ago we finally got a replacement, a 1998 Coachmen pop-up camper (it’s the “Hunter’s Edition” which thankfully doesn’t mean it has a gun rack or anything; I actually don’t know what it means). We did our first trial run last Friday at Winslow Park in Freeport (on the water and it has a playground), and now we’ve added some essentials (like, um, plates), and are going to go again tonight if it’s not pouring, and next weekend for sure.
The kids all love love loved it. The boys especially loved their new sleeping bags, and spent a lot of time galumphing about the pop-up and campsite fully ensconced in their bags, like giant kid worms or something. After they went to bed Dave and I sat at the table and played Scrabble, which we haven’t done in approximately forever. I won, which I think might be the first time (I’m always way more concerned about the awesomeness of the word itself than with the points that word will gain, but I trounced my way to the finish line with “whey”).
It’s completely cozy and comfortable, maybe even more so than the Vanagon was, though of course not nearly as much fun to drive.