so Tommy’s friend would hold it for us.
Sunday, we took a ride up into the forests and campgrounds nestled in and around the verdant Santa Cruz Mountains to see where we could pull our new travel trailer for camping. The ride was beautiful through the gently curving mountain roads lush with natural foliage, berry bushes, wild mint, and tall stately redwood trees. There were many spots that we could camp.
Within a few weeks we sold our little travel trailer, Tommy did a couple of side jobs, and by mid March we had saved enough money to purchase the new Layton. We decided the following weekend, if the weather was good, we would go out on our first camping trip with our new travel trailer.
All week we washed, cleaned, and stocked the new travel trailer. There was an element of excitement about it, like getting a new toy. Neighbors, family, and friends came over to look at it parked in our driveway. Some nights we sat outside in the trailer with electricity hooked up from an extension cord into our garage. One afternoon, to the delight of the boys, I served them and a few of their friends, lunch in it. It was something fun that we all could enjoy. Tommy and I sat outside in it one night and did a wine toast to our new travel trailer, and to the new adventures and memories we hoped it would bring for our boys and our family.
The plan was to head out on Friday evening after dinner, drive up into the Santa Cruz Mountains, find a place to camp, and return home on Sunday. Our family was anxious to embark on this new camping adventure.
Thursday evening during dinner conversation, Tommy decided he wanted to take the fishing poles. After dinner, Tommy and the boys retreated to the garage to get all of the equipment ready. I was in the master bedroom upstairs that over-looked our new travel trailer parked in the driveway at the front of the house. The window was open a few inches, as always. I could hear Tommy telling the boys how to string the line and tie the hooks for fishing as he set up each pole. I stopped folding the laundry and walked to the window to observe this father and son bonding activity.
Tommy proceeded to show the boys how to cast. He proudly stood in the driveway next to the new travel trailer and had the boys move off to the side so the fishing line wouldn’t catch them. Tommy held the pole with a line and sinker on it back behind him getting ready for the cast. Then, with a quick throw and snap of the wrist, he cast the line out. His cast was meant to land out in the street in front of him. I watched in amazement as the line got caught on the bale of the reel and the sinker promptly swung around Tommy crashing through the top glass window of the travel trailer and shattering it. The line and sinker kept going until it fell down crashing through the lower window breaking the glass out of it, too. You could not have done that if you tried. It was one of those freak accidents that takes the wind right out of your sails, as they say. To me, it was the funniest thing I had ever seen. All Tommy could do was say, “Shit!”
I quickly covered my mouth to hold in the laughter, backed away from the window, and fell back onto our king size bed with several neatly stacked piles of laundry ready to put away. After the laughing jag subsided and I regained my composure, I began to feel sorry for Tommy. I knew the broken windows meant additional work for him.
Before he went to bed that night, Tommy took the broken windows out of the Layton. Friday morning he dropped the frames at a glass shop on his way to work and picked them up on his way home.
Friday evening, when Tommy walked through the door, I could see he was disappointed. His boss had asked him to work overtime on Saturday. The unspoken rule was that you “never turn down overtime”. This meant our camping trip was going to be delayed but that didn’t stop us. We were all too excited not to go ahead with our camping plans even though it would only be for one
Sunday, we took a ride up into the forests and campgrounds nestled in and around the verdant Santa Cruz Mountains to see where we could pull our new travel trailer for camping. The ride was beautiful through the gently curving mountain roads lush with natural foliage, berry bushes, wild mint, and tall stately redwood trees. There were many spots that we could camp.
Within a few weeks we sold our little travel trailer, Tommy did a couple of side jobs, and by mid March we had saved enough money to purchase the new Layton. We decided the following weekend, if the weather was good, we would go out on our first camping trip with our new travel trailer.
All week we washed, cleaned, and stocked the new travel trailer. There was an element of excitement about it, like getting a new toy. Neighbors, family, and friends came over to look at it parked in our driveway. Some nights we sat outside in the trailer with electricity hooked up from an extension cord into our garage. One afternoon, to the delight of the boys, I served them and a few of their friends, lunch in it. It was something fun that we all could enjoy. Tommy and I sat outside in it one night and did a wine toast to our new travel trailer, and to the new adventures and memories we hoped it would bring for our boys and our family.
The plan was to head out on Friday evening after dinner, drive up into the Santa Cruz Mountains, find a place to camp, and return home on Sunday. Our family was anxious to embark on this new camping adventure.
Thursday evening during dinner conversation, Tommy decided he wanted to take the fishing poles. After dinner, Tommy and the boys retreated to the garage to get all of the equipment ready. I was in the master bedroom upstairs that over-looked our new travel trailer parked in the driveway at the front of the house. The window was open a few inches, as always. I could hear Tommy telling the boys how to string the line and tie the hooks for fishing as he set up each pole. I stopped folding the laundry and walked to the window to observe this father and son bonding activity.
Tommy proceeded to show the boys how to cast. He proudly stood in the driveway next to the new travel trailer and had the boys move off to the side so the fishing line wouldn’t catch them. Tommy held the pole with a line and sinker on it back behind him getting ready for the cast. Then, with a quick throw and snap of the wrist, he cast the line out. His cast was meant to land out in the street in front of him. I watched in amazement as the line got caught on the bale of the reel and the sinker promptly swung around Tommy crashing through the top glass window of the travel trailer and shattering it. The line and sinker kept going until it fell down crashing through the lower window breaking the glass out of it, too. You could not have done that if you tried. It was one of those freak accidents that takes the wind right out of your sails, as they say. To me, it was the funniest thing I had ever seen. All Tommy could do was say, “Shit!”
I quickly covered my mouth to hold in the laughter, backed away from the window, and fell back onto our king size bed with several neatly stacked piles of laundry ready to put away. After the laughing jag subsided and I regained my composure, I began to feel sorry for Tommy. I knew the broken windows meant additional work for him.
Before he went to bed that night, Tommy took the broken windows out of the Layton. Friday morning he dropped the frames at a glass shop on his way to work and picked them up on his way home.
Friday evening, when Tommy walked through the door, I could see he was disappointed. His boss had asked him to work overtime on Saturday. The unspoken rule was that you “never turn down overtime”. This meant our camping trip was going to be delayed but that didn’t stop us. We were all too excited not to go ahead with our camping plans even though it would only be for one
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