I've been putting some serious vibes out to the Universe lately, and boy is it responding! One of the selling points I used on the kids when we packed up and moved to Cody was that awesome camping was a half hour away in some of the most gorgeous wilderness the state of Wyoming has to offer.
Sounds good, in spite of the fact that neither of my kids have ever been camping. In fact, the last time I went was when I was about three months pregnant with Amanda, and seared into my brain is the memory of Dave accompanying me to the outhouse at 11:00 at night so I could puke. Don't ask me why sticking my face into a smelly hole of shit was better than stepping outside the tent to retch in the bushes...
Back to camping. Strong selling point, weak supporting plan. See, here in Wyoming there are LOTS of grizzly bears. Read my last post (I know it was a black bear, work with me) and you'll see how I feel about mingling with what might as well be a bunch Tyrannosaurus Rex. In a nutshell, if you don't have a hard-sided camper or trailer you might as well dip yourself in BBQ sauce and consider yourself dinner.
So I've been putting out the vibe for the Universe to provide us with the means in which to camp safely, by next summer. Well as luck would have it, a friend of my mom's has a truck for sale. Correction - had a truck for sale. I spoke to the owner tonight and she said she'd sell it to me for $1,000 and I could work some of it off at say, $25 per hour, by teaching her daughter photography. Would I be interested? Is a frog's ass water tight? FUCK YES I'M INTERESTED!
She also added that I could make payments of however much, whenever, she just wanted it off her driveway, and she wouldn't be able to get the title to me until her son got into town on Monday. I offered to not take the title until I had it paid off and she declined, saying it's quite alright - she knows where I live *chuckle chuckle*.
All we need now is a camper or a trailer, nothing big or fancy schmancy, just a roof over our heads that will keep us safe and dry. I know, without a doubt, we will find what we need and will be frolicking in the woods Clampett style, come June 1 of next year.
So without further adieu, ladies and gentlemen, here is our new toy...and we couldn't be more ecstatic!!
This beauty is a 1984 Ford F150 in all its glory. One of my favorite things about this baby is that the interior reminds me of my late Grandpa Spud - it even smells a little like the pick-up he used to own.
It even has a radio...BONUS! Even my Saturn doesn't have a working radio (Ok, I put the face plate in the glove compartment but in my defense I DID lock the doors! Bastards broke the passenger-side window and took it anyway...that was almost two years ago.)
Don't be jealous. I know you all want that cherry-red interior and old-car smell, but it's all ours; however, you're welcome to share it with us if you'd like to come on over to our little piece of heaven next summer!
So happy! :)