Sunday night we spent our first night in the camper. We had driven the 2 hour drive to Whidbey Island for Easter dinner with my daughter Deborah. We stayed for a trial run (sleep) in her driveway.
The center of attention was baby Julian, my great-grandson.
Cousin Julian lights the candles. Dinner is almost ready.
When will dinner be ready?
Outside in the yard the Easter Bunny puts in an appearance.
Uncle Chris is carving the lamb.
Outside the economy keeps on keeping on.
Now dinner is over, and there’s nothing left for Lewis the cat.
Time for the main attraction to go home to bed.
Jerry and I took the poodles for a walk in the rain, and then we retired to our new home, the camper. The heater worked just fine and the camper was warm in no time. But there was hardly room in it for two people to stand up at the same time, let alone to swing a cat. We had to undress and get ready for bed one at a time with one person sitting at the table while the other changed. We climbed into the bed and found it reasonably comfortable.
Outside there was a storm. The wind whistled and the truck rocked gently. We slept well, though, and when I woke up later in the night the wind had stopped. The birds sang us awake in the morning. Their songs mixed with the cries of seagulls. Because the pop-up sides of the camper are fabric it seems a little like sleeping in a tent.
We thought the trial went well, but tomorrow is the real thing. We finally leave for Alaska.