I would like to formally welcome our gently (OK, this may be a stretch)-used pop-up trailer into the household. Lovingly dubbed, "Ugly Dawg" by my camping-enthusiast friend Jacquelyn because of the presence of a very sweet but aesthetically-challenged dog on the property where we purchased it, the trailer is sitting in my drive-way, begging me to take it somewhere. Sure, she might have a dent or two in her exterior and a couple patches of duct tape but ol' Ugly Dawg has it where it counts: AC, hot water, and a giant storage container. She hasn't got a leak on her and can be easily pulled by our minivan.
So, if you see a gently used pop-up being pulled by a blue minivan cruising by you on the interstate, give her a honk. It's Ol' Ugly Dawg heading out for some memory makin' in the woods somewhere with the Hale family.
We're heading to Stone Mountain Memorial Day weekend. Our goal is to skip the repeat of last year and NOT find a dead body in our campsite. It's lofty I know but say a little prayer that we can accomplish it. Oh, and we'd also prefer not to be haunted by her ghost. That would be a nice bonus.