We bought a 2004 Coachman travel trailer yesterday. Though it is 13 years old it is nearly in perfect condition. Lots of good camping trips for the old folk!

Inside.
Dining looking toward refer and bath door
Dining on right, 5 1/2 foot couch on left and almost queen sized walk around bed!
Kitchen, Refer is behind me
The dark area on left is the refer door, the door in the middle goes into the bath and closet
Bath. Best to have small hands!

Old tractor.

I like car tail lights. More to follow!

Shoshone Falls, Idaho

Camping with my friend and my late wife. North California. Dry camping. His Jeep, my Tear.
All that is left is the teardrop. Everything else is gone. 

routine amuk

It was supposed to be routine.

You check in in the morning, they do their thing and you go home maybe that afternoon, or the next day at the latest.

The evening before I sent an email: “I know this is a pretty low risk procedure, but I am concerned.” The answer came back with an email grin: “After I recover a bit, how about a trip to Zion this summer in our tears.” Since we both own teardrop camper trailers, the idea hit a great spot.

The next morning I got a phone call: “He did not make it.”

My hiking partner (before a heart attack), camping buddy, co-teacher in a church class and one of my two dearest friends: gone.

I felt empty. I still feel empty.

It is so damned permanent.