I blame my brother Paul, Part I

Hi, Girlfriends and Guy friends.

I pretty much blame my brother, Paul, for our RV purchase and here’s how it happened.

It was the day-after-Thanksgiving in 2014.

You know, Black Friday, when Americans dutifully drag their hung-over-turkey-stuffed-too-much-pie selves out of bed in order to feed the cyber-addiction of I-must-be-first-in-line-at-4am-to-beat-the-crowd-and-save-10%-off-this-electronic-device-shopping.

But not John and I (insert snobby face here). We aren’t Black Friday shoppers. We are Black Friday loungers who choose to linger over good coffee till late morning. We pride ourselves on what we have saved, and haughtily judge those who cannot contain their shopping mania.

Camping World, here we come

But this 2014 Black Friday was going to prove to be different. John and I gave up our cozy fireplace, comfy pj’s, and coffee shop, to join my siblings at the Camping World parking lot in DeForest, Wisconsin. 

My brother Paul and my brother-in-law Dan had it in their minds to travel the country with my sister and sister-in-law in an RV.

They were going to share an RV and spend time visiting their adult children and grandchildren, vacationing together (like they had frequently done in their younger years).

Just tagging along

Paul had researched this RV idea for a few months, but this would be the first time he and his wife Jane, and Dan and his wife (my sister) Julie, were going to actually STEP INSIDE an RV.

John and I knew this outing would be entertaining.

Now mind you, John and I were tent campers. We poo-pooed all those big honking RV’ers who pulled in our campgrounds. We frequently referred to “those people” as sissies.   

John and I considered “upscaling” our camping experience to a pop-up camper.  But that was a big “maybe”.

Gasp!

As we walked across the parking lot I chuckled- noting Paul’s checkbook jammed into his jeans back pocket.  He was super serious about this!

Then, it happened.

We stepped into a Diesel Pusher.

It was a 2009 Berkshire by Forest River.

I gasped!

My judgemental jaw dropped as my preconceived notions about ‘glampers’ flew out the oversized windshield!

The 6 of us spent 2 hours gleefully galavanting between RV’s, photographing massive beauties, and imagining what life in a rolling hotel suite would be like.

My sister-in-law Jane particularly liked the ones with the curvy couches.

My sister Julie could be heard calling out from the kitchens about the nifty storage nooks she had found. My brother-in-law Dan liked the bunk bed models- perfect for taking some of the grandchildren on trips.

None of us had data or knowledge about engine size, storage capacities, safety ratings or other semi-important stuff.

And frankly, during that first Camping World experience, we didn’t care. We were too busy swooning over the full-size fridges and swivel front seats.

Eating Humble Pie

Before we left Camping World, John and I dutifully sauntered over to look at those darn pop-ups.

Begrudgingly, we stepped inside.

Ugh.

It was like comparing an old VW Bug to a Lexus. We quickly exited…laughing out loud at ourselves, surprised by the swift rush of our newly found addiction into this RV world.

The Dream begins here…

Eventually, my foursome family fizzled on their RV purchase plans- but John and I were set on fire with dreams of owning an RV.

We got home and began dreaming of the RV lifestyle.  We were hooked, and wanted to buy one!

Read I Blame it on my brother Paul, Part II, to see what we ended up with.

In conclusion, I’d like to shout out a super-sized THANK YOU to my brother Paul. His 2014 Black Friday shopping plans paved the way to the adventure we now live.

How about you?  Do you have a shopping experience similar to ours?  Please share your story with me in the comments below.  I love to hear from my readers (and honestly hope you become a subscriber.)

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