Call me crazy. I am Robin Williams. I am in the movie RV. I am erupting sewage all over myself mostly so I can cover up the fact that I crapped myself during my last run. Why all of this?
Because here is where I will spend next week with my family:
You know me. Always up for the next adventure. The next tale to tell. Thus, I decided yesterday, with Ken’s blessing, that we should rent an RV. I’ve never stepped foot in an RV, let alone driven one. And wonders of all wonders, I got the last RV rental in Colorado. Seriously. It is a 25 foot C Class. Made in 2011. That meant nothing to me before this week. but now I am RV savvy. I am in the world of hook ups and amps and sewage dumping and getting 8 miles to the gallon. I am going to have Ken wear his wife beater tank top and I might just take up smoking and lose a few teeth. Did you know that if you can’t find a place to camp Wal-Mart actually lets you spend the night in their parking lot? Now that would be an interesting crowd.
True views seen recently at Walmart:
Of course when booking camp sites, I gave notice to running. I will be able to run in some of the most beautiful Colorado locations. Salida. Telluride, Gunnison. Breckenridge. I will be sucking air at 8,600 feet and wearing my colder weather running gear. I will run ten miles then saunter up to my RV where I will take large dumps and have Ken empty them. I have always been a tent camper and have looked down on the RV-ers. I mean, what kind of camping is that? But I tell myself, I am doing it for the kids. I am making their memories. Wish me luck.