Too Close for Comfort…

As we travel here, there and everywhere on our RVing journey, one of the things we deem of utmost importance is the amount of space alloted to us and our 37 foot Motor Home. I surf the internet, studying the pros and cons of various Campgrounds and Parks and after careful consideration, we make our choice. I should say “I” make the choice and Ray happily agrees. Though he is the Captain of our RV Ship, I am the navigator, co-pilot, organizer, chief cook, and well, the real BOSSY one. 🙂 And so it goes, if I take a fancy to one Park over another, my Main Man steers the Rig this-a-way or that-a-way. This is our third year RVing and I consider myself, well ourselves, experts. We have stayed at lovely luxurious Resorts and then other Campgrounds who have been self-labeled a “Resort” who have crossed the lines of poetic licence! We have endured noisy yappy dogs in sites next to us and loud obnoxious campers partying well into the night but these have been few and far between, thankfully. All Campgrounds have fairly strict rules and about 99% of them enforce them rigidly. Whew.

We have enjoyed glorious Mountain Views, Lakeside sites, forested woodsy spots where we watched the wildlife endlessly. We have been in concrete jungles too but have found that once our curtains are closed at night, we are happy in our little RV World. We have had enormous places wherein we had proverbial miles of space to ourselves and then places where it is rather too close for comfort. Though we are sitting quite peacefully overlooking the ocean here in St. Andrews, NewBrunswick, we were surprised yesterday when a new neighbor pulled in next to us. Early in the morning we oohed and ahhhed over the Fundy Tide in front of us and photographed the birds scouring the shore for nuggets of delight for themselves. We then sat outside in the sunshine with our reading material and marvelled at the briskness to the August air, all the time being very thankful for our little respite from another Bermuda sweltering summer. We casually walked the dogs about the campground, roaming into the wooded areas wherein the tenters brave the real camping experience. Stopping to chat with other RVers is a fun part of each day and it seems that we make more friends than we could ever hope to keep up with in the real world. Our main chore for the day is laundry time but that too is nothing compared with our normal busy lives in our Bermuda world. All is well in the world of RVing…..well, that is, until the new neighbors arrives. Do you recall my mentioning the “SPACE” alloted to each camping site? Well allow me to address the uncomfortable neighborly reality when a young family takes up residence not 3 feet to our side. The children might be described as sweet and cute even by most but we have named them anything but….. they are crying and whining and scrapping and demanding and we have become intimately aqquainted with their every movement (yes in the real sense of that word!). When one of them sneezes, we must wipe the spittle off our windows. And to make matters worse, I am about to celebrate my 62nd year on this fair earth tomorrow. I have had to curtail my language which is not such a bad thing, perhaps, but grossly unfair when I am subject to playing Gin Rummy with my scheming winningest husband. It is above and beyond what any free speaking Canadian/Bermudian ought to endure. We find ourselves so distressed by this that we are pulling up stakes and moving on tomorrow. We head over to the border between New Brunswick and Nova Scotia on our quest for liberation! I shall endeavor to post some photos hencewith (always wanted to use that word; feel free to correct me if I am grammatically incorrect).

Perhaps you too shall feel my pain and discomfort. On the other hand, you will be sure to enjoy that which is excellent in being a part of the RVing world. Because; you see, it is mostly GOOD…yes, very very good!

Beasts can be Burdens

I am the owner/master of two cute little pugs, named Ben & Jerry. Everyone who sees them is immediately drawn to them. They are (to my husband,) chick-magnets (pardon the term). Allow me to explain briefly. We are RVers and so as we travel about from one State to another, from Province to Province and from this Campground to the next, Ray is the principle dog walker. I warned him about the dangers of such explorations in these many varied places, telling him to be back within a reasonable time because these cute little pugs were sure to draw the ladies around in droves. At 7:30 am, after the very first stroll about a new Campground, he came back flushed and eager to share the good news with me…”Helen, you were right; these guys are total chick magnets! I had a hard time getting back to the RV because I was constantly surrounded by very charming ladies.” I was not precisely shocked but a little surprised it happened so fast and then he continued, “There was a group of girls aged about 4 to 8 yrs and then another group followed us around for a bit. These were about 7 to 10 year olds.”
And so it has gone from that day 3 years ago, when we first set out on our RV Adventurers. The boys have joined in too and so in every campground, as we make our way about, there are shouts of “Hey, there’s Ben and Jerry! Can we pat them?” It’s fun to see the little kids interact with them and makes us miss our own precious grandchildren back home in Bermuda. RVers are generally big time dog lovers and we have met many an interesting person when we stop to allow our pets to make friends. A real ice-breaker for sure!

And now to the “beasts” and “burden” mention.

For “cute” little guys, they can be downright beasts. Take note of this video which I shall attempt to upload. Dinnertime tonight at St. Andrews-by-the-Sea in lovely New Brunswick, Canada.

So sorry but my video though easily viewable on my laptop will simply NOT let me upload it. Suffice it to say, the little beasts are unmannerly and disgusting at dinnertime.!!!!