Several years ago Cliff and I saw a used popup camper alongside the road at the end of someone's driveway. The owner told us what we needed to know about it, and we brought it home. I've always loved camping. Cliff, not so much. But he was really into tractor shows back then, so we'd take the camper and go. We saw shows in Minnesota and Kansas, and several in Iowa.
Cliff isn't really big on camping at the state fair, either. But he'd take me and various grandchildren to Sedalia at fair-time, set up the camper, and leave us for a few days.
I've lost much of my enthusiasm for camping as I've grown older. Cooking a meal in a cramped space when the temperature is 100 degrees just doesn't hold the allure it once did.
So I didn't object when Cliff suggested we sell the camper for $500 on craigslist. He hosed it off and instructed me to take a picture.
Then we set it up. Cliff took the shop-vac and cleaned it up while I started unloading all the stuff we've kept inside it: lawn chairs, buckets and dishpans, silverware. The night case containing toothpaste, toothbrushes, soap and shaving cream. And half-a-dozen cardboard Missouri-State-Fair fans.
"If anybody buys it, we may as well let them take the porta-potty," I said. "We won't be needing it."
Cliff didn't answer at first. A few minutes later, he said, "You know, if we just used this a couple more times, it would be worth keeping it."
And we started talking about fun times we'd had with the camper.
I guess we'll keep it.