Jet lag
Awake at 3:30 AM
What you want...
Got to meet the whole Meisel Family as they stumbled out of their bedrooms. I was a member of the wedding party for Neb and Laura back in 1999, but kids and starting careers on opposite coasts have meant that our paths haven't crossed much since then. I had never met Lea (9) and Sophia (6), but it was clear from their first moments together that our kids were going to have a blast. I found the waffle iron and some Trader Joe's waffle mix and we had a killer first California breakfast together.
We only had one mission imperative for the day: pick up the RV
Queue soundtrack for Mission Impossible Theme
I was nervous about the transaction, even though all of the financial stuff had been dealt with months ago. There was a thick contract detailing all of the rules (which I had memorized, of course), there was renters insurance to deal with that morning, and I was anxious about my "checkout" for all of the systems in the RV--not to mention trying to get comfortable driving this crazy-huge thing.
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| I got this |
It turned out that Jeff, the renter dude, was super laid back about the whole thing—perhaps a bit too much so for my tastes. He assured me that everything would be fine. Most everything was similar to the Class C motorhome we piloted last summer, so that was reassuring, but the slideouts and the auto-leveling jacks were new technology to me. The RV was stocked with all sorts of stuff: BBQ grill, lantern, linens, pots & pans, plates & dishes, and utensils of every type—organized in no particular way. There were a few things we'd probably need to aquire, but it was nice not to have to worry about all of that stuff.
The ten-mile drive back to Neb's house was a perfect blend of swervy narrow rural roads, suburban stop-and-go, and residental neighborhood streets. The first mile was terrifying; I thought I was going to clip every oncoming car and take out every overhead branch. But with each mile came more comfort with the giant steering wheel and the incredible sight perspective out of the skyscraper window-like windshield. I breathed a sigh of relief upon touch down back at Neb's house.
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| Touchdown |
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| Casa del Neb |
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