Chapter One Just the Right Trailer
Vince had been looking online for months after he sold the family trailer at the coast for something more portable to replace it. Two months later, after many false starts, he announced that he had found the trailer-love of his life in Reedsport, Oregon.
“Look at this one, Marsha. What do you think? I think it looks pretty good. It’s got new tires.”
“Muh huh,” Marsha commented, then went back to her own side of the table and started working again.
Undaunted, Vince purchased the trailer, and worked out the details of the vacation. On the appointed day, they left only one half hour late by Vince’s careful calculations, at 6:30 a.m., on their travel adventure. The 13 hour drive on the first day proceeded without incidents. Between sleeping off the remains of her cold, Marsha kept copious notes as Vince dictated the mileage along with the current temperature and exact location and time, adding a few side comments of her own. “It’s 2:46 and we are through the worst of Mt. Shasta and Shasta Lake. It wasn’t nearly as scary as I remembered. Only 24 miles to Yreka.”
Nothing disturbed Vince on his planned vacation. Even the Oregon fog and misty weather couldn’t dampen his good mood as the miles drew him nearer to his dream. Fortunately they weren’t paying for the trailer by credit card. The American Express card had been given a “frog alert” in Redding, but Vince quickly cleared that up. Arriving at the home of the young couple that sold the trailer in Reedsport before dark, Vince had met his first goal, Get there before dark.
Vince, Marsha and Kalev looked the trailer over. They liked it. Neither of Vince nor Marsha mentioned or even really knew what the strange smell was inside the trailer. The title and money exchanged hands, and the couple headed north 20 miles to their hotel in Florence for a good night’s sleep before picking the trailer up and starting their vacation back to California.
Even cheerful after 13 hours of driving Vince remarked, “Look a historic bridge. How cool! Later he added, “I think it was the ocean air.” Vince cautiously broached the forbidden topic of possible defects in the trailer. “Maybe it’s just because it’s been closed up for a while.”
Marsha reminded him, “The ocean doesn’t smell like that. Maybe they forgot to empty the holding tank.” Hoping not to dispel the lingering optimism, she quickly added, “It will disappear.” They reached The Old Town Inn in Florence, Oregon. Vince quickly checked into newly remodeled Room 104 tired but not worried. “The clerk told me they have the best doughnuts in the world,” Vince announced to his ever-dieting wife.
Little did they both know that they would have far more dangerous threats to Vince’s unbounding enthusiasm later in the journey.
Do you think Vince will be able to maintain his good nature throughout the trip? Have you had a vacation during which nothing could irritate or upset you? Tell me about it.