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Patti’s Saga of an RV Rookie: “iPods, iPads, iPhones, and now rpods? This Is Why God Made Tents.”
We (briefly) contemplated buying a Forest River rpod travel trailer over the weekend. http://bit.ly/dnHnfG Yup…that’s a phantom photo rpod hovering over a Grand Canyon ledge, much like that woman I wrote about who almost made orphans of her children as they watched her praise the Sun God or some such nonsense. Thanks for the photo, husband.
For those of you who haven’t channeled your inner tear drop lately, the rpod is a tiny, totally cool, self-contained trailer shaped like a tear drop. Now, the more observant among you may have noted the word “pod” after the “r.” How could they do that to us? Who, in the 21st century, would torture the RVing public by naming something with yet another “pod” in it? Don’t they have focus groups to check that stuff out ? And if they do, would someone invite me to be in one?
If you don’t believe it’s tough keeping all these virtually identical names straight, talk to our poor RV guy. I kept saying things like, “How big is the blackwater tank in this rpad ?” and “Does this iPad have AC?” and “Do these Rphones leak in storms?” I don’t think I even once called the thing by its correct name: rpod. The rep seemed confused by my confusion; a state well recognized by anyone nearby who loved me enough to marry me.
Sometimes all these gizmos with their interchangeable names make me long to wake up in a dank, smoky cave where gnawing the marrow out of a mastodon brunch would be considered a technological achievement. And what, may you ask, caused all this reflection about goof ball tech names? It was a tent.
We just bought a 10 man Coleman Weather Master tent. http://amzn.to/gdPLgL (note: we got ours at Costco for about fifty bucks less). Yup…’member tents? Those (mostly) simple things powered by parents and any kids old enough to stake them (the tents, not the parents). Those things you position so you can watch dying embers well into the night? Those things you sit camp chairs in front of so you can dodge smoke? I remember tents well; before I became a techno-geek; back when I thought a book was something with two sides that had a bunch of pages sewn in between them; back when I though blackwater was something The Doobie Brothers were hung up on. Allow me to wax nostalgic while I forget the downsides of tents.
We’re going to stake a giant tent beside our travel trailer this summer to act as a “bonus room.” I’ll let you know how that goes. There could be stories. I think I’ll love our tent, and deep in my whiny heart, I love technology even when I hate it. I work, play, stay in touch using my tech toys. They’re like a herd of puppies nipping at my ankles; they can righteously tick me off but they are adorable and fun and for the most part, add to my life.
I’ll keep abreast of new technology with its bewildering array of almost identical names and enjoy the simplicity of our new tent. I think. I’ll let you know how a tent-as-bonus-room works, or better yet, will you let me know? And yes, I can say “leak.”
Happy Tales to you and yours,