We all stayed at my parents. They have two guest rooms, but there were six extra people descending. My sister stayed in one and my brothers were in the twin beds in the other. My folks have a camper, which was great – my nephews stayed out there. It got down to 31 the last night! ( They’re from Alaska, though, so that’s just ‘slightly chilly’.)
I had planned to just crash in a recliner, because recliner sleeping is fantastic, but then I remembered half of my family has insomnia and it would be nice if they could wander around the living room. If only there were another option….
And then I remembered. My parents were the original ‘camp in your car’ people. They visited my sister in Alaska a while back, and they drove their truck up the western coast of our continent and camped in the back of the truck! My dad had built a platform so they could put a mattress on top and store their stuff underneath. The platform is no longer there, but…. The truck! The extra camper cushions! The joy!
I loved it. There was so much more headroom than in the Prius, and it was great being on a perfectly flat surface. The first night there was significant rain (I was on the driveway), and I ran over to the camper to make sure the boys had zipped up the sides. They had, so I went back to truck-bed. I woke up an hour later realizing that I had open windows. Lauren, you’re a dummie. There was a little water down my my feet but not much.
It was fabulous – sound sleeping each night and the joy of a tiny house. (More about that tomorrow.) I think our next vehicle might be a big truck with a topper…..