Jim really is a Happy Camper. He just doesn’t look the part. Perhaps it is the way he poses for the camera. Perhaps he doesn’t like his picture taken. Perhaps its always the fault of the photographer. He just doesn’t look the part.
Jim and his wife, Ann, retired, attempted to sell their home, and bought a camper. Their dream was to live in the camper, work at campgrounds for their keep, and travel. Sounds simple, doesn’t it?
First the attempt to sell the house was, should we say. unsuccessful.
So they moved on to Plan B. Rent the house. Isn’t it amazing how the seemingly perfect renters who move into your house, turn into Genghis Khan or Attila the Hun? This venture, too, was unsuccessful.
But, hey, you only retire once so they plodded along making the best of a not-so-perfect situation. They were justly rewarded during their first camping season. Even though the truck broke down a few times they drove from the east to the west and spent the first winter in a HUGE but lovely camping area with concrete lots and swimming pools and lots of amenities. Both Jim and his wife had interesting jobs which helped pay for their campground rental and utilities. The southwestern US weather was a nice change from Midwest winters and they met so many people and made some good friends.
The Dream seemed to be coming true for them.
Alas, winter season was over and Jim and Ann headed back east for their next adventure. The Keys, Florida State Parks, and some pretty primitive settings were next. Several of the jobs they were assigned to were not as glamorous as that first season, but a camper’s gotta do what a camper’s gotta do! Almost every campground they settled into had its ups and downs but the views were gorgeous and they were living the Dream.