So, if you've been following this blog, you know we are proud owners of a 1971 Compact Jr., a 13-foot, fiberglass trailer that is, essentially, a glorified tent. It's handy. It's fun. And it's been aptly labeled by a neighbor camper, "The F-ing Hippie Mobile."
Spring is here, and the girls and I have camping plans in early May, so it's time to get back into the FHM (referred to more commonly as "Junior"). Last time I did anything major, she grew 3 inches taller, making her departure from the garage a bit more challenging. Fortunately, it wasn't THIS challenging. (Warning to those with sensitive ears - turn off the sound to avoid the F word.)
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