The DW and I had had just moved from a PUP to a 33' bunkhouse as the kids were getting bigger. Our daughter was about 8 or 9 and had invited her cousin who is about 3 years older to go to the ocean with us for the weekend. We were late getting started on the 3 hour drive,
I was still getting used to towing a trailer about 3 times larger than I was used to,
we hit the rush hour traffic,
so we were going to be getting into the state camp ground late, well after dark.
And to top it off I had to stop to get gas about 10 - 15 miles from the camp ground. Well, DW is reading in the front, oldest boy (13) is in the way back with little brother (7) playing their game boys. I finish fueling up, jump in the rig, maneuver thru the lot and back into traffic, And our youngest says, "why are we leaving the girls?"
DW goes into panic mode, (Her sisters youngest we just abandoned in a strange town with HER daughter) Had to make a big around several blocks to retrieve them, me steaming the whole time that no one told me they went to use the bathroom (I thought that was one of the reasons we bought a trailer was for the bathroom) anyway, when we came back to the gas station they were standing on the sidewalk, Daughter was crying and cousin had a big grin. She said, "I told you they would come back for us."
Daughter is 20 now and there are times I have thought maybe I should .....
Well I will be paying for that when DW see it...
Cant wait for it to warm up, then it is time for