camper

Oh, I want a camper. I never thought I would want a camper. I never did like to camp very well. Well, until I stayed with Julie and Scott in Scott's folks campers. 

One time we stayed in a pop up that belonged to Carrie and Cody. Once in Corey's camper. I think. A few times we have stayed in Ivan's camper.

Now I like camping in a camper. I want one. I want to go to bluegrass festivals and stay in our camper. 

I want to go to Buck Creek and stay in our camper.

I want to go to Yellowstone, the Grand Canyon, Cades Cove, everywhere, and stay in our camper.

  

It would be cheaper than staying in a motel room, wouldn't it?

It would be more restful to stay in our camper instead of driving home from Beacon Park or Starvy Creek, wouldn't it? 

I don't know. 

I am obsessed with looking at them on craigslist. I look on craigslist and make Karen's list. Then I show them to Bob. He is very non-commital. He doesn't really want to buy one, I don't think. He is tired of working, tired of payments, tired of money, money, money that goes out.

We would have payments for a few years. 

Upkeep. 

Tires. 

Gas. 

Maintaining a good vehicle to pull it. 

I just don't know. 

Pros and cons. 

Bob says that we can get one. If I want one. 

Then I will feel bad if it is too expensive, or too hard to pull around. 

I also would feel like I was forcing him to go places he doesn't really want to go? Ugh. 

What decisions. 

Bob likes bluegrass festivals as much as I do. 

But he could take the money we pay out for a camper and go on a hunting trip like he has never been able to do. But after we had it paid off, he could take the camper on his hunting trip. Oh....decisions. I am not good with decisions. 

I want a camper. 

It would be so handy and fun to camp in it at Buck Creek.

But the expense. Ugh.