I wrote last year about the problems the Great Hunter had in rehabbing our twenty-year-old pop-up camper. He was finally successful in repairing the hydraulics that raises the roof and after the camper had been sitting in our driveway for about a year, he took it to a storage lot.

Our son and his wife (the ones who are DINC (IYKYK) and have a new truck and a new camper, invited us to go camping with them at Pomme De Terre State Park in Pittsburg, Missouri, which is about halfway between Lake of the Ozarks and Springfield, about three and a half hours from here.I have been really uptight about going on this camping trip…I don’t trust the camper repair.  I don’t trust the Great Hunter’s twenty-five year old truck; the truck that has the steering column held together with zipties, the passenger window won’t roll back up if you roll it down and the gas gauge that doesn’t always work.  And to be honest, I’m really not comfortable with the whole idea of the Great Hunter towing the camper on the highway all that way.

I really wasn’t in a good place about making this trip. I was in such a “not good place” that a couple of days ago, I had a complete meltdown about going. Funny thing is, after I had the meltdown and told the Great Hunter all my concerns and I admitted, through sobbing, about my constant fears of everything (thank you to my brother for that), I felt much better about going.
I made my shopping list for the food I’d need to prepare for the three days and began packing all the things we’d need in the camper for ourselves and the two dogs.
Then…I looked at the weather forecast for the area and this is what I saw:
Rain and thunderstorms for almost the entire day on Saturday. So, we drive almost four hours to the park, set up the camper and spend the evening. The next day, we sit in our pop-up camper (with the air conditioner that isn’t really cooling) with the two dogs all day, dodging rain to get them out to do their duties, and all the while hoping that the predicted thunderstorms are not all that bad. Sigh. I even asked Google AI if we should go and it’s response was that we should “reconsider.” Lol.

We had a dilemma: cancel the trip or go and take our chances. I had made my peace with going and hoping for the best. I don’t want to be a “Debbie Downer”. I accuse the Great Hunter of being one every time I suggest doing something, and he says, “it’s supposed to rain” (20% chance).

After seeing the weather forecast, the Great Hunter was good with telling our son that we weren’t going to go, and the decision was enforced when he realized the air conditioner wasn’t really cooling the camper.

So, we’re staying home (but I still feel I wussed out.)