Road Trip VII - No Stickers For You!

 

 

My camper is thirteen years old. The finish isn't bad but the factory decals are sun faded. I resealed all the seams this year, replaced the taillights, and repacked the wheel bearings. If it was a piece of military gear, I think it would be "serviceable". 

The stickers started with a couple from the Outer Banks and grew when we took our first long trip.  Not every park or destination, but if I see one I like, it gets added. 

We were at Theodore Roosevelt National Park. Our trip kept crossing paths with Teddy, Custer, and Lewis & Clark as will be evident in upcoming posts. We weren't going to camp, so we stopped in the visitor's center, and planned a ride into the park to see the bison. There were lots of them, and we took our pictures out of the truck windows. 

The visitor's center had a lot of souvenirs. T-shirts, hoodies, hats, post cards, books and stickers. 

I was deciding which one when I overhead a couple behind me talking. 

Wife - "Look, honey, I like this sticker."

Husband - "You are not going to start putting g** d***  stickers on our camper."

Okay, then. I managed not to laugh out loud. Made my purchases and went back to the truck. I was cleaning the dust off a spot and placing the sticker when the couple went by. 

They were parked behind us in a beautiful class A rig. The sunlight glinted off the chrome. The paint glowed under the wax. Sort of like this, only nicer.

 I should have walked back and told the guy that I understood.