On the way to the desert, just off the highway...will it fit...? I went through with the sunroof open and could touch the ceiling with my monkey-like arms.



Here's the camp site at sun set-ish. Note the two green chairs. I came home with the one on the right. The one on the left ended up with someone else (not W.W.). I inherited someone else's shovel. I am willing to negotiate.



Some of you have wanted to know who WrenchWench is in real life. Well, I'm happy to bring it to you first. I have a picture. Please note the waving hand outside the driver's door. Howdy!



"Camp Host" isn't so bad. No more glass bottles, though.

I liked your 'sleeping around the fire' technique for old time's sake. At least all these years later you had sleeping bags.

John B.