Gypsy Von Shasta

We took her out. The camper. She’s not exactly where I envisioned her being on the journey to vintage shasta camper renovation when we first met in December of 2008….. but officially she has been camping with us.

As noted, my Dad has busted himself working on this thing to get it structurally sound. I sure hope that its been fun for him, because he has logged many hours. He and my super cute mom took my brother’s little boys (age 7 and 3) on a camping trip to the Pisgah National Forest here in Mortimer, North Carolina. They played in the river, ate delicious camp food and as my nephew Davey said “chillaxed”. I guess its okay that he said that, he’s 7 and he doesn’t have reasoning skills yet.

So, the camper has mattresses, it has walls, it has straight angles. It doesn’t have a lot more than that, but its such an improvement and they were so happy to have it for the summer trip. I went up to stay with them one night. I ate the hottest pepper I’ve ever put my mouth on, and over corn and burgers, I made my parents and the kids perform for the video camera.

This is my Dad. The man is over 60 and he has a catalog of poetry that he can recite. Poetry that he learned as a kid, some because he had to for school, some because he is just so awesome that he used to dedicate himself to memorizing poetry that he loved. My Dad is so dreamy.

The poem is The Village Blacksmith by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I can’t wait for more adventures with my Gypsy Caravan.