Once upon a time there was a family of three, and their names were Bossy, Bossy’s husband, and Bossy’s daughter. They were a family of three because the fourth person, a certain someone named Bossy’s son, decided he had only 96-hours of camping in him and therefore was lagging at home in order to girlfriend girlfriend girlfriend work and would take the train to meet up with the family mid-vacation.
So this family of three woke up very early one Saturday morning, and we’re not talking about seven in the morning or even five, we are talking about 3:00 a.m., due to a little thing called Towing a Trailer With No Experience and a little thing called Driving Past New York City During Rush Hour—and put those two together and it spells: Bossy did not want to learn how to tow a trailer as she drove past New York City at rush hour.
So the family of three drove off in the dark, and they drove and they drove, and they drove some more and drove a little after that, and it was still only eight in the morning. And so they stopped at a diner and then they drove and they drove and they drove some more and then drove for a bit longer and before they knew it, it was time to drive some more.
But finally they arrived at their destination, a bucolic State Park in Vermont:
The first trick was backing the Viking pop-up trailer into the site. Actually Bossy kids—it’s not a trick: it’s an antic wrapped inside a mystery slathered in legerdemain:
For instance: did you know that when positioning a trailer, you must turn your steering wheel to the right to make it go left, and turn your steering wheel to the left to make it go right?
But once situated in the space, the family got straight to work setting up their camp:
Setting up a pop-up trailer is similar to setting up a tent minus approximately two hundred tent poles and the equivalent number of curses.
In simple terms, a pop-up trailer is a utility box with a house living in it. To assemble this house, you need to crank-up the roof of the box, allowing the emergence of walls made of screening and vinyl—and then extend the two arms which house the sleeping bunks, and the third arm that holds the dining room table (if you have one) (and Bossy has one.)
Here are the instructions for the above: Crank, push, pull, zipper, push, pull, crank crank crank:
Then the vinyl walls snap under or over each other allowing for mosquito-tight living quarters:
The next step of assembly was extending the awning over the front door:
The family of three known as Bossy and Bossy’s husband and Bossy’s daughter enjoy eating by the campfire, but they don’t enjoy the bugs who also enjoy eating by the campfire, so the next step of the process was to assemble the screen house that lives around the picnic table:
And finally, with everything in place, the family of three retired to the inside of their pop-up trailer where they hid for two days from the rain.
The end.
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Um, Bossy?
What is “bucolic”?
merlotmom thinks she should come and deliver some wine to bossy and bossy’s family. one thing, merlotmom hates camping. but if you ever go to hawaii, i’m there.
I am insanely jealous of you! And major kudos to whomever got the awning to fit PERFECTLY over the screened in dining room. That rocks.
well as nice as that pop-up camper is, just be glad you don’t have stella with you. i can imagine that a big dog trapped in a pop-up camper during a rain storm might not be the most fun way to spend your vacation!
Somehow I think Bossy may not be so excited about leaving Stella at Bossy’s house? Without Bossy to care for Stella and pick up Stella’s elephantine poops? But perhaps there is enough gin in Bossy’s pop-up camper to soothe Bossy. Here’s hoping.
I gotta get me some of that legerdemain.
And PS? Based on evidence spied at the local market, Bossy’s Son’s Girlfriend got dinner cooked for her *at least* once.
But I’m no rat.
Number one reason the bird family has discontinued camping adventures: RAIN.
I kinda like rain on camping trips. Means everybody else goes home. For the bugs? Herbal Armor.
That’s the nicest campground I’ve ever seen! Where are you? Promise I won’t show:)
xoxo
tcb
Them popup campers is a modern marvel I tell ya!
I’m assuming Bossy’s son knows all about, ahem, “working” safely?
I remember that same camper was called a “tic” when my hubby first learned to drive with it and then it was called “house in a box” when he learned to put it up. Oh, and the backing up thing? Just so we didn’t have to call the camper “@#$%!!” and do the jack knife manuever we physically PUSHED it into the site on several occasions.
But boy once we had it set up! It was awesome!
Have fun!
my dad used to say “backing a trailer is like pushing a rope”– glad you got it figured out!
P.S. Make sure Bossy and family eats and drink lots and LOTS cause sometimes when you go to put all that screening and beds and velcro and tables and cabinets back in the box you need to sit on the corners in order to get it locked again.
Tent-ish, Trailer-ish…hmmm looks fun-ish. I will check back after you have been there a few days and you are in need of support..one way or another-ish.
have a great time!!
Lisa
coastal nest
Oh this looks so not fun. Couldn’t you get a Hyatt to sponsor you?
Maybe it’s just where I live, but it’s really difficult to find places that rent popup campers. I’m not ready to commit just yet. Viking will let me borrow yours, right?
What I want to know is, what does one eat on a camping trip? Beans ‘n’ weenies? Smores? Isn’t that it?
Whoa. East Coast camping looks WAY more civilized than West Coast camping, which involves DIRT and no mown lawns (not that I’ve seen, anyway).
BOSSY blogs about her holiday – er, vacation – while ON her vacation, just so that we can join her vicariously. What a lady!
Pass the gin, please.
MadEnvy Bossy, MADEnvy.
oh, but seriously..what do you DO in a pop up camper for 2 days in the rain? oh.. yeah.. blog. I wonder what my 5 CHILDREN would do? oh.. yeah.. KILL EACH OTHER.
God I hate camping.
We had a pop up camper when I was a kid. I loved it! I’m sure (10+ years later) yours is even nicer than ours was. Enjoy!
I think I need a dictionary…
It’s very GREEN in VT…
Bossy, I love you and I hate to say this but someone needs to…
Bossy’s daughter looks a tad like Katie Holmes sitting at that picnic table
Im sorry but my idea of “roughing it” is maybe missing the midnite buffet on a cruise ship
Nice little set up ya got there.
Does the trailer come with Cheez-It and Yahtzee, because NO camping trip is complete w/out them?
well it sure looks great when it’s all set up.
Can you please give a tutorial on the reverse, right means left and left means right lesson to the pre-schoolers recklessly driving their Barbie Jeeps and Cadillac Escalades through the neighborhood? And by through the neighborhood I mean, of course, across my flowers? KThanksBye.
one thing we learned from camping in a trailer with an awning: lower one side of the awning when it rains. If you don’t, rain collects on the awning until it gets so heavy that the supporting poles give out and the awning comes crashing down, rainwater and all. Guess how we know? P.S. Guess how we know to put the awning away in a windstorm?
My kids would learn every cuss word ever invented if I had to assemble all that velcro and get caught in the rain and eat Beanie Weenies for dinner. EVERY SINGLE CUSS WORD EVER.
Hello, Staycation!
This is too funny – this reminds me of my family circa 1968… LOL – Come and camp on my property – by the river infact and there are very few bugs – but then it is 92 and 85% humidity.. you are welcome to transfer to the Guest Quarters – wait they won’t be completed for another two weeks.. just in time for Bossy’s return home! http://northgagal2.blogspot.com/2008/08/keepin-busy.html
Cheers,
NGG
That left is right, right is left should be only for the mathematicians. Next time get a drive-thru/pull-thru space….seriously.
Either way, Stella could have handled that one handedly.
Backing a trailer is well-nigh impossible. It hurts your brain to think about it because it doesn’t make any sense. It’s like the time/space compendium has gone terribly terribly awry.
We had to learn towing our Westy from Arkansas to Connecticut:
http://meandyouandellie.blogspot.com/2008/05/leaving-ar-kansas.html
Bossy’s daughter is going to be so blue when Bossy’s son goes off to college. Which doesn’t have anything to do with pop-up trailers. I’m just sayin’.
This is exactly why I will always, ALWAYS, choose a hotel over camping.
I hope you had a deck of cards.
As I am reading your post Chicken asked, “Mom who is that Girl?”
I replied “Her name is Bossy’s daughter”
“Oh” pause “Mom, I have just one more question for you…..Who is Bossy?”
Your sponsorships look really comfortable.
Quality family time
I am loving me some Bossy. I prefer running water, not rain water, while camping. Actually, I hate camping. There’s no cable TV.
How great that Viking offered to sponsor you.
Why did you pick them instead of the offer from SuperLuxuriousSpaHotels, Inc.??
Seriously, though it looks way fun. Your daughter will remember for all her life how fun it was.
I’m glad I’m not the only person who doesn’t enjoy camping…bugs, rain, small enclosed spaces…and then we have to pay for spaces to stay in…isn’t that adding insult to injury?
I hope you brought lots of booze.. oops…. I mean board games.
you are a brave lady to go camping. My idea of camping is staying in a 5 star hotel with running water and room service
Ah, yes, rain camping. Which, really is a redundant phrase in my experience, since ALL camping involves rain. Hopefully, it also involves some really good campfire food, though. And, from what I can see, fabulous views! I hope it dries up a bit for you at some point soon.
I think Bossy’s son is preparing Bossy’s family of three for that rough patch that will be happening in a few weeks.
Our family did that pop-up trailer adventure in Lancaster PA once upon a time in the 1960’s. Never again.
I married a man who knew how to pull a trailer. For that purpose alone. So I would never have to do it.
Rain? That sounds like all of my family’s vacations!
Sounds like a great trip, Bossy!
Reminds me why I haven’t been camping since I was a tween.
I just discovered your site tonight…..Love it!!!
Hey Bossy… I found your blog the other day I think on the Pioneer Woman. I love it. You are so refreshing… love it.
We always called em “tent trailers” and they are the best thing ever!
Bossy husband is a rocker and now a pop-up camper! The campsite looked great once assembled.
I was a good dobee and visited the Viking site and browsed all the models, floor plans and specifications. These campers really make you wonder why people continue to camp in tents! Why not go in a mobile hotel room? Without room service, though….
I’ll take my Viking in the form of a gas range, thank you very much.
Vermont campgrounds put California’s to shame. Vermont gets grass pads. We get asphalt. Or dirt.
BOSSY’s Son and BOSSY’s Daughter made Tootsie’s heart feel a combination of love and sadness.
but i wasn’t camping with you! it shouldn’t have rained…
biddy actually learned how to drive and back up a trailer at an entirely too young age.
she also drove a 42 foot motorhome, towing a jeep, at the ripe old age of 19.
biddy’s grandfather was not a fan of the phrase “i don’t know how”
This sounds remarkably similar to camping in Oregon, minus the Center. Good times.
This is the perfect example of why iVegasfamily only stays in hotels.