plan b

We moved over to our plan B spot this morning, oy. You’d think after driving and manoeuvring our way across over 10,000 km, in the US and parts of Canada that we’d have this parking thing down pat by now? 

….. uhhhhh NOT. This morning was a fine example of “Airstream Parking for Dummies”, led by ms hadley.

I was convince we had to back down this loooong ass lane to be able to shwoosh righ it. Yes, that’s SHWOOSH; which is a word that describes the sound of an airstream trailer, fitting like a glove into a tight spot… all in one seamless shot.

Deb was convinced we should go frontwards down the lane, then somehow wiggle and fanaggle our way back into the spot…  dodging 4 motorcycles, a potted plant, a car and another trailer. YOU SAY WHAT??? says i, no, no, no that’s NEVER GOING TO WORK!

Backing in as the first attempt, unfortunately did not garner a SHWOOSH… it didn’t even garner a swish…. it was a miserably failed attempt. It had me throwing up my arms in dispair, had joe huddled in the back with the dogs with his head under max, and left deb deb defeated as backing up helper girl.

After admitting defeat myself, i trundled off down the lane, turned around and did it deb deb’s way…

It was painful, pure torture, slow, arduous… but in the end successfull, and we are now safety planted in our plan b spot.

i know it’s only noon, but where’s my gin?