We take the next step on our quest to become hermit crabs: more portable housing. Ann’s mom and my dad join us to pick up the new (used) Lance 810 camper. The most nerve-wracking part, backing the truck up under it, goes without a hitch on the first try. We all celebrate with a yummy brunch.
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Heh heh, “without a hitch.” Heh. Sorry, just caught it. Heh heh heh heh.