This is the latest in an occasional series of blog posts commenting on upcoming retirement.
Yes, I have demons. We all do … I believe.
One of my demons involves the recreational vehicle my wife and I own, which is a 28-foot fifth wheel we pull behind our three-quarter-ton pickup.
On our most recent trip, I managed to face down my RV demon.
We went to Caprock Canyons State Park, which is about a 90-minute drive southeast of Amarillo. It’s a beautiful park, with rugged back country that one must see to believe.
It has several very nice campsites.
They’re all back-in sites. No pull-through sites. When we made our reservation at the state park, I asked perhaps three times whether there were any pull-through sites. “No sir,” came the reply. “They’re all back-ins.”
All righty, then. We’ll do it.
So, we went to Caprock Canyons. We arrived at the park gate, said “hey” to a group of bison grazing near the office, and then drove to our site at the Honey Flats camping area.
We pulled the RV to the site, then positioned the truck and the fifth wheel in a fairly straight alignment with the site. I surely understand the principle of backing a vehicle up with another one hitched to the rear: you turn the steering wheel in the opposite direction of where you want to turn the attached vehicle.
I backed the rig up. No sweat.
OK, truth be told, I had done this once before. We drove to an RV resort in Mesa, Ariz., a year ago, where we hooked up with my sister and brother-in-law. It, too, only had back-in sites. I managed — after considerable grief and perspiration — to get the vehicle backed into the site. I had considerable navigational help from my wife, sis and bro-in-law.
After backing in, I was exhausted. Pooped, man.
This time, at Caprock Canyons, the ordeal was far less stressful.
For that I am grateful. I haven’t conquered the demon just yet.
However, it’s on the ropes.
We plan to knock the RV demon out soon enough.